Do Not Mourn For Me
Death is but a change.
Nothing truly dies, it only takes on a new form.
Everything that was created in the beginning
Is a total of all that was and ever will be.
There can never be more or less.
Evolution at it's best.
My soul, lay in wait in euphoria to be born mortal.
Now bound in my human form.
When my vessel gives it up with faded breath
It will again be as it was created.
Perhaps to be bound again;
more lessons to learn....
The wheel turns.
Only in death perceived am I truly alive.
Immortal; without sin.
I say again,
"Do not mourn for me."
How long will this evolution continue?
Souls deposited in human prisons.
The answer, I believe, absolutely lies
behind our eyes;
in our minds.
A living computer of which we use a minute, ten percent;
certainly not as was meant.
Perhaps in another billion years , at one hundred percent, we will be
perfection of the three;
body, mind, and soul.
Our evolving complete.
To live as human immortals;
with intelligence and loving enough souls to keep our bodies ageless.
No more to evolve...
Until that day,
I'll be on my way.
Not dead, but somewhere out there, or perhaps very close, continuing my journey.
Do not mourn for me.