I’ve been imagining you
reading this after I’m gone.
Ha-ha!
So it actually worked.
But I have news from the grave.
Though may appear that
my body no longer moves,
something bigger is stirring.
Sends chills
down your spine doesn’t it?
Turns out that
the one you knew as me
is just a fraction of who I am.
Expressed differently, I am you.
You imagine me.
You just lost over 200 pounds
of imaginary body weight.
And nothing else.
Trail Wood,
6/8
In the firmament beyond life’s confines,
where imagination and existence intertwine,
I speak to you from the realm unseen,
where time and space no longer intervene.
Do not mourn my earthly departure,
for I have transcended mortal enclosure.
I am not confined to the limits of the past,
but rather exist in eternal moments that last.
In this posthumous encounter we share,
know that my essence continues to be there.
I am not bound by earthly form or decay,
but exist in the vast cosmic display.
My departure unveils a greater truth,
that life’s boundaries are but illusions, uncouth.
The weight of my being, once perceived,
is lifted as the grand illusion is relieved.
I am not lost, but found in your perception,
a projection of the cosmic connection.
The lines between us are blurred and blend,
for in the end, we are interconnected, my friend.
So fear not the transition from life to the unknown,
embrace the truth that we are never alone.
In this posthumous existence, we find,
the eternal presence of the human mind.