We ought to think more about life than death.
we ought to be in the present moment
conscious of our short existence
attentive to our fragile structure
always ready to give
to others, to ourselves
love others,
love ourselves.

But what happens when we die?
where do we go from there?
it's inevitable
our path seems to end
at a specific place and time
just to let us, the others, wonder,
where do people go after they die?

Do they go to the some exotic garden
where kindred spirits meet
to talk about their previous human life
Or do they dive in somewhere
in the outer space
where all the stars and planets
are born and die.

Do they come back to Earth
to see us,
talk to us in our sleep?
are they among us as we speak?

We suffer so deeply when we lose
a loved one
but what about the people who die,
do they still miss us,
will they wait
for us to join them,
will they recognize us, bearing
on our shoulders
the wight of time?

Someplace else.
I thought i saw that place in a dream
once,
i only remember bright colors
and the soft presence of my father
holding my hand.