when i am gone

mine eyes rarely close in peaceful sleep, for i ponder

moment to moment~ as my years are fewer ahead

of me than those behind, i grapple with the notion in

losing my consciousness, in being me

i do not fear that i will die, but will be aggrieved when

i will no longer be able to smell the waft of Nature, its

petrichor, touching, feeling, loving those whom i

love and the earthly things of which i care

wherefore, to my absence here, where will i be, and

will the memories that someone has of me or me of

them, will they still be in the consciousness, that is me?

in that i sincerely believe that love is the essence of all

that exists, and having witnessed love, in its many forms,

will i remain in existence in love’s universal spiritual realm,

when i am gone?

there will be those within reach of these words, these

ponderings, who will be critical and say, ‘it’s a waste of

time to concern oneself with the mortality issue, as it

interrupts the time from ‘living’

i say to those that are critical of my mindset, that

throughout the history of time, many great minds have

pondered this, withstanding the criticism of it being a

waste of time when in fact it is not but fills the void

that is present to 'no thought'

for it is said in the in the unfulfilled prophecy that ' if one

does not ponder the questions that are about life and

death, it is the unexamined life that goes unfulfilled’