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While I Was Gone...

People often ask me, yet

I don't know what to say.

How to tell them what I found

the night I went away.

I suffocated late on night

and lost the life I knew.

I tuned into a different world

like TV channels do.

The human life I knew of

was all that I could see,

and found without biology

the mind is truly free.

I saw the earth and all within,

the people and the souls.

The Universe, and more besides,

are there for us to hold.

No longer in a body,

just in a state of mind.

A Universe of so much more

than what I left behind.

On one hand, voices crying,

screaming out in pain,

To burn without consumption,

for torments inhumane.

In golden light, a harmony

between souls intertwined.

The joy and songs of reuniting

those once left behind.

My fear was gone, my anger spent

no longer knowing dread.

finding out that there is here,

and no such thing as dead.

The brain that used to hold my mind

was gone, and in its' place;

a knowing of the things I lived

a soul without a face.

You cannot take it with you,

at least that's what they say.

But I did not lose anything

the night I went away.

No, death is not the end of life,

God told you what is real.

I still could see the world that's here

while Doctors tried to heal.

I saw myself and thought how odd,

that sadness was no more.

No fear, no pain, no way to speak

the way I did before.

I tried to touch my Mothers' face,

to wipe away the tears.

I felt her courage and her faith

more powerful than fears.

She could not hear the words I spoke,

My touch was just a blur.

While she was grieving there for me,

I felt so proud of her.

I felt those great knees buckle,

when they told my Dad the news.

His heart was breaking open,

and spilling out the blues.

I knew he couldn't hear me,

so I put my arms around

the shoulders that once held me up,

when I fell on the ground.

Suddenly I felt the knife,

a stabbing, burning pain.

Then I remembered suffering

and breathing once again.

I looked once more toward the sky

at all I left behind,

The Universe, a lifetime spent,

not shut out from my mind.

Our eyes are blinded to what's there,

our minds cannot conceive.

That souls are all around us,

It's us who cannot see.

There are no ghosts, no spooky stuff.

Our mind is just set free.

I often wonder what Gods' home

would have revealed to me.

The mirror was reflecting me,

but I could not conceive.

That I was still a child at all,

I couldn't quite believe.

I knew I'd spent a lifetime

out in the spacious skies.

Not yet a man, there sat a boy

I could not recognize.

The brain I used to think was me,

is just a body part.

The truth is that it holds us back

and keeps us in the dark.

The human mind cannot contain

or fathom what is real.

We only know of things that have

a shape, a sound, a feel.

Time itself still makes me laugh,

especially during strife.

The moments that I spent out there

seemed longer than a life.

I worried that our dying meant

the end of all we are.

I found instead of ending things

a new place not so far.

Yes, dying is the hardest part

and after that it's clear.

The vastness of the Universe

showed me everyone is near.

* Authors note: I died from a collapsed lung.

My Mother rushed me to the Hospital, DOA.

After about 20 minutes of death, I was resuscitated.

I wrote the story as a poem and song, because unlike

"near death", this is a totally non-human experience.

It is very difficult to conceive or accept by those who

have not survived it.