Feared by unenlightened mind
death is seen as an act unkind,
in ignorance lies the truth
of death’s beautiful design.

What is called the end of life
Is merely a severing knife
Dis-joining one’s worldly crawl
From a blissful abode divine.

Death is truly opening of door
To release a bird caged before
Freeing its soul to fly away
Into the permanence of time.