Death

I dreamt I was dying 

It wasn't painful , long or chaotic. 

It was peaceful and accepting

I laid there surrounded by my loved ones, as they watched me close my eyes in bliss.

 It was odd to be in a body and feel my limbs go limp

My breathing slowed down

The sounds dimmed

And I felt myself go into a space of non existence

 I repeated this cycle three times

The third time I refused to pass, but kept opening my eyes , trying to verbalise my thoughts . I did not want to pass this time. I had so much to talk about. So much to say. So much to do. As I spoke, I felt my spirit being pulled into this physical body. And I woke up drifting between the waking dreams and this physical realm. And I laid in silence , because the peace of laying with nothing in my mind but acceptance

Felt alot like dying. And I realised I wasn't afraid of dying anymore. Because I know I have done all that's needed , and that I would be reborn again and again, and this cycle would spin on its axis until I can learn no more. Very well. Death means nothing if my existence cannot be dimmed. No. I'm too busy for death .