Poetry about Death

 

Life is a journey.
Death is the continuation of the journey.
Heaven is a temporary rest.
For the commencement and fulfilment
Of a new life, a new hope
And a new promise

– Sri Chinmoy

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Death is at once
The end of the body’s
Old journey
And the beginning of the soul’s
New journey.

– Sri Chinmoy

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I know I will love death.
Why?
Because death too
Is God’s creation
And because death reminds me
Of the existence of her sister:
Infinity’s Life immortal.

– Sri Chinmoy

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I think of death
Not because
I am afraid of death.
I meditate on death
Not because
I am afraid of death.
I love death
Not because
I am afraid of death.
I think of death
Because
Death needs my smile.
I meditate on death
Because
Death needs my life.
I love death
Because
Death at least,
And none else,
Acknowledges my heights.

Sri Chinmoy [2]
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DEATH, HOW DO YOU KNOW?

Death, how do you know
That you do not give us
A false rest?
“Pilgrim, how do you know
That your life on earth
Is not a splendid illusion?”
Death, I know that my life on earth
Is not an illusion
Because
I play here on earth
With God and His Sound-Life.
“Pilgrim, come and enter into me.
You will see me playing
With God and His Silence-Soul.”

– Sri Chinmoy

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Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.

–  Sri Chinmoy [1]

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Death is not the end. Death can never be the end.

Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide.

– Sri Chinmoy [1]

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