AFTER THE BODY
Now that this meat is still and I
have outworn my welcome in it,
now that smaller creatures
call it home and cold cellar,
now that I have no bones to wear
how shall I dress for the party?
Should I sport six well-oiled legs
and emerge from a crèche on Jupiter?
Or might I arise on a planet of smoke,
first a smolder, then a wisp?
Adolescence is uneasy everywhere.
There are only columns in this hall;
not at all what we'd call walls.
The guests are arrayed in a variety of forms,
every shape has its own dance of angles and curves
and bites at the wildness out there.
More light than darkness defines them all,
but they are all defined, somehow.
After this body, how will I look?
Perhaps I'll be on foot again,
though I'd rather be on wing.
Maybe I'll wear the stars themselves
and come as everything.
Why do cats lick themselves after they eat? Why do geese fly south in October? Why do horses form groups? No, the connection jabber is not explicitly hardwired, but one could reasonably infer that the tendency for it is encouraged in the basic human make-up.
The undiscovered country
From whose born no traveler returns
Puzzles the will and makes us rather bear
Those ills we have than fly to others
That we know not of
Some folks that have posted to this thread seem so sure there is nothing more after our body dies but you DON"T know for sure, no one does. We’ll just have to all wait and see.
The ONLY sure thing is that we’ll ALL find out one day!
All we have is our own personal opinion. I hope there is something more and better to look forward to … I don’t want this to be the end. I just don’t think it is no matter what the negative nellies have to say…
I’m willing to be open minded and believe that our consciousness will survive the death of our bodies.
