Weird. And Here.

death is so weird

Poof you’re gone,

but you were just here

Crack open the door

and peer beyond!

What do you see?

For earth do you long?

Is death a journey you must take alone

or the same pathway we all are shown?

If you die on a plane,

do you all pass the same?

Are you all in a boat on the Styx,

grabbing your iPhones to take the same pics?

Are you climbing the stairs to the gates in a queue

or do you go solo with just only you?

Are you you?

Or a glowing ball of light?

What is your spirit?

Is it heavy or light?

Do you drop down to hell with no trial or closure?

Just forever banished?

Or do you repeat life over?

Are you trying to learn or trying to win?

Are you growing and giving or just thriving and living?

Is it about having fun and enjoying the sun

or meditations and lashings, abstinence and fasting?

Using your gifts to bless one another

or being pious and devout and praying for your brother?

Is the goal to create more life and more art?

Are we a machine and we must do our part

to further the goals of the human race?

Or should we push ahead and capture first place?

Disown your kin if you think they’re in sin

yet hang on to a liar who makes the world dire

because he claims to walk in the truth -

Would Jesus recognize him? Or ask for the proof?

If Jesus came back today

would it be my deathbed, my mind gone astray?

Revelation - my next binge,

my soul floating away

to the vastness of after

while earth spins a new day.

We’ll all learn. Someday.

Be this purgatory.

Or our route to glory.

Or to dust we return —

we soon will all learn.