E=MC2

 

Imagine that Einstein is right

and we return to cosmic night.

Indeed, to dust we shall return,

in the meantime, what have we learned?

 

That streets of gold, angelic choirs,

and many mansions lifting spires

await us once our breath is gone

at last, the pilgrim finds her home.

 

The universe has ceased to be

three stories, rather more mystery.

And yet, we cling to ancient ways,

but is it heresy, dare I say:

 

When death comes our brains rewind

our entire life in a moment’s time.

Dust, star dust, we are returned

to the cosmos where atoms yearn:

 

for another consciousness somehow

or memories etched in the here and now.

Yet, this newness is fine

as we connect to the eternal mind.

 

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