Dead Man

Dead man wakes in the land of the dead,
rising from a dead man’s bed.
All he thought that he once knew
drops away when he comes to.
Space without boundaries or frame of reference,
awareness alone persists without difference.
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose,
the mirror doesn’t pick and choose.
Opening eyes within a dream,
nothing seen is what it seems.
Images of flickering light
reflect upon a darkness bright.
Self and other, day and night –
whatever once held wrong or right –
vanish now without a trace, a flame
blown out in empty space.
Still and silent, calm and clear,
The Mystery will carry all here.
Some will return to play again,
some go beyond where these words end.
Dead man shrugs and goes his way —
where he goes no one can say.

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