Sunday, 20 December 2015

There is no death

Do we ever really die?
We have inherited the stars in our cells
Knowledge is inherited from cell to cell
When our bodies renew themselves
Every couple of years, knowledge is passed on to our new self, yet we retain our remembrance of self, who we are.
At death of the body, to the earth our body goes
Yet the soul is the one that continues to flow
Passing on whatever we know
To the earth, the planet, the skies,
The stars, the universe.
So what do we know?
The message, in silence, is forever imparted;
Live and know, and to have known,
and Be
In the countless forms of eternity