Death is an illusion
When eternal Self ensouls body-mind,
being what it is, wishes to live on
but since to its true nature, it is blind,
it fears death, whereas it should simply yawn,
aware that it will again be reborn.
We see that ignorance is our fault line,
because we known not that we are divine
and so we must discover who we are,
for which when our in-form chakras align,
we see our true Self shining like a star.
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