To Die Toward a Beginning


To die of empty purpose,
to feel one’s last breath,
as if extermination were bliss,
the closing of vacuous life

is to…

How sentient the passing for some,
where remnants of consciousness
forever etched in a canvas of choice,
remain a poem
a letter
a painting
a symphony
drifting not into oblivion,
but remaining suspended as awareness.

Hence…

This departing option,

gratifying for those being here now,
believe living depends not on
accumulated decorative identity,
but nurturing the heart and mind’s consummate potential

for kindness and understanding.

Could it be…

Living a life of imaginative risk
not only empowers deep healing
but defends spirit against oblivion?

Some call it enigmatic,
others frame such mindfulness
as deliverance from false reality,
accepting neither mortality’s curse
or existence that ends.

Intrinsic to Nature’s grand design,
creativity’s essence knows not limitation,
keeping its ultimate purpose
an ever-challenging mystery of allowance.

 
To remain part of creation,

might one need to remain at the beginning

until the next cycle of end returns

and lifts life’s essence swirling upward

toward something starting anew?