Don’t be alarmed, friends, but I don’t want to live forever. 
I don’t even want to live as long as my mother did. 

No, I have a hunch that Death is just a shuttle 
from one chamber of Existence to the next, 

that once I exit Death’s tunnel, Existence will greet me 
arms wide on the other side, all earthly cares cast off 

along the way. I will re-enter the sea of everything
from which we all spring, to which we all return, 

relieved of Mind, naked of spirit, poised to travel 
the vast world that surrounds us all along

as we stumble through Life’s entangling corridors, 
unable to imagine an Existence that is like nothing 

on this Earth. And though I love Life, I will be ready 
to see what else Existence has up its eternal sleeve.