(It was All Soul's Day yesterday.
Did you remembered
to bring me flowers?
to clean and paint my niche?
to pray for my soul?
or to just light a tiny candle
for my continued rest?
It seems you forgot.
Well, you always forget.
But, this year,
It doesn't matter anymore.
There's no need for
the flowers,
the paint,
the prayers,
or the candles.
For where I am now
fragrant flowers are everywhere.
the room is immaculate white.
angels constantly sing.
and brilliant light
shines for all eternity!
But, I am just wondering,
When I went,
What did you feel?
Joy?
Sorrow?
Or fear --
fear that a ghost of the past,
in your peaceful slumber,
will pay you a visit
and murder you in your dreams?
You, looking so pale,
so thin,
so restless,
so wanting of rest.
I see that spirit haunts you still.
Oh, pity you, my friend!
You, who is alive,
well,
strong,
breathing,
Now, looking like a corpse!
Oh, death!
Like rotting garbage,
My body will be consumed by worms.
I will be nothing more
Thank the dust in your room.
And soon, I will be part of the earth --
Of the soil upon which
Your feet will walk upon.
But, I am joyous!
Never in my entire life
I feel so free
from all judgement,
from all sorrow,
from all pain,
from all cares of the world!)
Death truly delivers.
Thank God, there's death!
(4 November 2000)