Passing
I died yesterday. In my sleep.
went to bed and was dead.
just like that.
I floated about the room.
saw my body lying down.
did not bother me a bit.
People came and went.
Some were quiet, some wept.
flowers, a few cards.
I waited by the bed.
there was nothing much to do.
No work, No office.
relatives mattered not.
nor friends.
on the other side there was none of that.
no clothes, no jackets,
no hat or wallet.
just a presence.
next morning I woke up,
like nothing at all!
I was back in the turmoil of life.
relatives and friends all over me!
I have to get back to work. not now.
that’s when I get better.
But that brief passage gave a new meaning
to life. To everything I thought was mine.
was not mine at all! Just a big lie!
life is just a presence.
sometimes in a body.
and for most part without any form.
Just remember that!
What are you worried about?
you are just a presence in passing,
from physical to ethereal.
Honourable mention
Written 19/11/2021
Soul Poetry contest
Robert James Liguori sponsored
Copyright © Krish Radhakrishna | Year Posted 2021
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