When, so soon, this death occurs,
I shall be ready, waiting.
I shall be there and able:
Able to accept the materialization
Of what has already been accepted
As a part of all that has come to be.

In accepting life there should be a death accepted also.
For this meager life cannot be without death.

Do not hide from me your inquisitiveness of
This death, for to hide only
Serves to project and protect your
Own petty fears of a petty death.

There can be no anguish,
On my part,
For why to anguish at or
Question the inevitable?
This body has been good,
All it has been required to be.

It has not let me down.
Even in its last days and hours
It shall not let me down.

It is I who have let my body down.
By my own actions and thoughts
This body has been made what
This body is: my body.

Yet, I have not let my body down.
No-one and nothing has been let down.
There is no premature or early death,
No death by accident.
Though perhaps unexpected,
Death is always on time.

So there is no anger to be spent
In dying days, making miserable
Those at whom petty self-induced
Angers are projected.

There should be no anger pent up
Within to build up and break down
And cause the self-inflicted
Depression that has no place
And has no constructive function,
Except for the lessons to learn
In coping with and
Accepting depression,
Which, once accepted
Cannot be depressive, and
Should never be given a chance.

This death is not feared
But welcomed as an
Inevitable conclusion and
An indecisive beginning.
A loss of life is no more feared,
Than a loss of wealth is feared,
For neither have been known
To me in forms in this life that I
Know I have experienced,
And yet I know to these I return.

So mourning is not called for.
It is not requested, nor required.
No offence should be taken at a lack of tears
As those would be held most worthy
Whose thoughts are of other
Than the sadness that is their own
Sense of lost attachments.

Do not mourn. Weep if you must,
But minutes shall serve the same
As years. Do not mourn.

Do not clutch at this body once
Vacated, nor cling to vestiges
Of my lifetime.

Do not cling to memories of me.
I do not ask to be remembered,
Not out of humility,
But out of true concern that
All with whom I came into contact
Should benefit from my departure,
As much as they benefited from my presence,
And that learning and growing
Were facilitated by my example.

Do not cling to memories of me.
In fact to forget me is not to
Forget me, but to release me and
Go on with life, to go on in new
Knowledge with the process of learning
And growing
That should be life.

You may forget, or you may remember me,
But never can the
Knowledge that I brought you
Be forgotten,
As it is imprinted in your
Lifetime, indelibly.

The knowing that I tried to impart
To all I came in contact with,
Through happiness, through love,
And through sincere desire to
Uphold and uplift all those
In all ways and on all planes:
They were those whose contact I made.

They were those with whom my contact
Was made and directed,
And they are those
With whom my contact shall linger
In their experience.

In my own experience I take with
Me the contact with all,
From everyone with whom I came
Into contact, everyone whom I hope
May have learned from me,
I learned from.
Just a little, perhaps,
But just enough.

I take with me that experience
Past into my experience future,
Where I may enjoy my own
Creations, or become slave to
My own creations, as is seen fit
By the selves I am.
That experience I can never lose,
And is never lost,
As friends are never lost,
Nor ever found.
Friends are.

My friends are always.
Though in self-indulgent friendships
We revel in the pleasure of
The friend’s company
Forgetting the past and the future,
Which will always separate us,
But ultimately bring us all
To a greater togetherness,
A Oneness,
That will always be a part of me,
And of all friends.

My friends always have and
Share that part of me,
So they have no need to mourn,
No need to weep.
They need happiness and inspiration
And their own preparation for
More than earthly future,
For far more is there than
Just this earthly future.

Far, far more than we either know
Or realize,
No matter what we know or realize.
Far more beyond the comprehension
Of a mind brought up in the
Limiting realms of sensory perception,
Far more beyond the ability to
Express of a mind brought
Up in the limitation of language,
Far more beyond, and beyond the
Beyond of our farthest dreams.

I am not there now,
But on the way and the path to that
Ultimate, the ne plus ultra,
The no more beyond that is the
Aspiration of my living soul.