Temporary this Life,
a mere form for spirit,
a moment of rife
shed the wrapping
and slip back home
to healing and light.
I am here by
choice and collaboration,
and each time I enter anew,
Spirit fills the form.
Idyllic heaven
Elysian Fields,
eternal rest,
a hardened fantasy
built on hope.
What is, is Life, and after?
It is Life.
Edgar tells us we enter
a Healing Center to
heal our fractured thoughts
built on conjecture and hearsay,
therapy before entering
the gates and returning home.
Thanks, E.C.!
agd
5.22.16
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