gentle death

- Ode to Mientje -

dying can be done well

in peace and with a soft last breath

when we have the choice:

would you resist or release?

the time to depart

can be upon us all too soon

and when a friend leaves it's

both sad and a joy for they feel better

death is not an end

but a start of being free of burden

there's singing energy of light and friends

a bright coloured place awaits where play is joy

the golden light sits in our heart

and the returned knowing in our soul

if all death is, is simply changing form

then what is all the fuss about?

I look upon my friends face

she is no longer there but she did return home