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Doorway to the Light
“Death is frightening, but so is eternal life.”
Somewhere in adolescence,
after attending my first funeral, I began
to visualize the significance of death. I listened
to the ministers yowl & bray about how our Life
was clothed in Sin, rife with our prevalent imperfections,
our tendency toward greed, and our murderous
rages. Then I watched my parents die
young, & my grandparents passed on.
I did not have either the stamina nor the
temperament to accept the mandates,
dictates, rules, & edicts of any particular
religion, so my version of faith had to grow
out of stern arid stuff, struggling for sustenance--
but when it did blossom in all its brilliant Zen-ness,
I found it to be evergreen, sheathed in infinity,
and hard-wire connected directly into the
belly of the Cosmos.
Twenty years ago I was allowed to stand
at Death’s Door, catapulted there by illness,
but before that final fatal step, there was some
kind of spiritual intervention, & I never ventured
beyond the veil, even though it fluttered on my
face. I found myself locking jaws with a golden
dragon before becoming baptized with a white
torrent of kundalini energy.
I clearly saw that death of the body was just a portal, an egress,
a doorway where Soul transferred to another plane of existence--
perhaps not the pearly gates described as Heaven, nor the lusty
vigor of Valhalla, nor even the orderly logic of Bardo, but rather
some shining alternate reality/dimension where fear demons
were forced to flee back into their ignorant shadowland. So as
this less than hearty husk approaches its expiration date, as
that transitional doorway yawns open ever closer--sometimes at
2 a.m., the chilly draft awakens me--I simply refuse to wear the
red robes of victim, & opt to wear the rainbow mantle of cosmic
No one escapes Life
alive, but death just brings usour eternity.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub "Poetics"