The afterlife is the illusory shelter of our ancestral fears ,
wanting to believe that we will never die, the
really want to believe that we have arrogated to themselves an eternity
and lose contact with our body
will drop a dark curtain on our conscious state
vanish and everything started with a cry ...
Before birth we all ignore
ignore who we were, after all,
our baggage of feelings, emotions and love
vanish with the disappearance of our lives ...
Every moment someone passes away
and I can not find any trace of its path
there is no storage of our identity
This could be a cause for dismay
but instead is a source of inner relief ...
November 3, 2009
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