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Death is a Pause, Not End: A Cosmic Reflection

Interred deep
in coffined
burrows of
earth
my body lies
frozen,
the withered
seed husk
of a former
self
the empty
carcass
of a liberated
soul!
my consciousness
has
transcended
the temporal
joining the
cosmic...

space, time
melt away
in beats of
eternal vibe...

my being
floats
seeing, seeing
through,
I well sense
the genuine, the camouflaged...

I smile.
how vain
the tussles
the turmoils
of entangled
humans, their
wearied
rut of life
that saps
all energy!
how peripheral!

this phase
part of
an ongoing
process
of lived, living
experiences
the continuum
of our
cosmic
journey.
death, just
a pause,
a punctuation
in the flux!

Deathless
we transmute
into the
thingness
of things
the order
perennial
floating,
floating...

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Dr. Molly Joseph
Dr Molly Joseph, a bilingual professor and poet from Kerala, has published 26 books, including 18 poems, two novels, and two storybooks for children. She has edited "A Handbook of Contemporary Ethics" and works for values, global peace, and togetherness. Dr Joseph has won national and international accolades and represents India at SAARC and FOSWAL literature meets. She believes in the power of the word and writes boldly on contemporary matters.

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