It's like the sleep between your dreams.

It's like your back to the universe,

Your hand behind your head,

It's not black because black

Is only the absence of light.

Death is the absence of perception.

Eternity will flash and your absence

Will travel to the end of time

Instantaneously.

No,

It's a windswept field of grain.

It's the light of God shining

Nutrition and love.

It's the door to your loved ones.

No,

It's shadow and fire.

Disease and hunger, and

Absence.

No,

It's the extinguishing of hate, avarice, sadness,

And is the freedom of contentment.

It's the endless consultation of the wise light;

Your knowledge is infinite and boundless.

It is the razing of all passion and desire and aspiration.

It is numbness.