Beyond (original poetry)

I'm not much for lectures under a steeple
or imagining I'm better than other people.

Rarely entertain the notion of pretense;
I see dead people, but I have no Sixth Sense.

It's not my place to tell others they aren't living,
trying to out plan life and never forgiving.

The things we cling to are really owning us;
Collected beliefs like an endless omnibus.

There's no honor gained by being a martyr;
The river Styx grants each their own charter.

We either die living or fighting to hold on,
but an authentic life is all I condone.

I don't need the illusion of security,
so I let that go too, what shall be shall be.

Embraced and tempered by my own desire;
No point in fearing a funeral pyre.

Energy exists with no need to know why,
but with conscious intent, our souls can fly.

Transmuting my awareness and intention
to expand consciousness beyond comprehension.