I've always been attracted to, and terrified of, the Unknown.
She calls to me with irresistible seduction,
sucking me forward into the abyss of the After-life,
and pulling me back through my mother's womb into the Before-life.
I like to visit these spaces multiple times a day,
trying to figure out which came first,
or if that's even the right question to ask.
Maybe the question is, which space will I return to?
Are they both the same?
And does that mean that I've been here, too, before?
Energy cannot be created or destroyed, just transmuted.
And so I accept that I am dying with every exhale,
and am being born with every inhale.
And in the moments between the two lies the Abyss.
She is the formless that carries form,
and the dark night which no light can enter.
She has no memory, because she exists without time.
She whispers in my soul,
"You came from me, and you will return to me.
I am closer than you think".
Day 8 Poetry Challenge :: Meditate on your own death and then write a poem. If you are looking for a guided death meditation, I wrote about one in a previous post here - https://steemit.com/writing/@anwenbaumeister/meditations-on-your-own-death-how-witnessing-my-own-death-helps-me-live