What is death
But a time for repose
An in between moment
In our journey of life
Taking us by the hand
Leading us to our future
Our destiny of sorts
If we can just let go
Of our attachments
Our need to own
To have power
To be human
Death takes us through a doorway
Where thoughts become more potent
And bodies not as important
Emotions are thwarted for deeds
And discernment
Slowly
We become
More
And our bodies
Turn to ash
And we
Blow
On
The
Wind