Death — a dance in divine grace
A homecoming to the formless embrace.
Not an ending, nor a final sleep,
But a sacred crossing, tender and deep.
A joyous leap into boundless light,
Where the soul dissolves beyond wrong and right.
No loss remains, no shadows stay,
Only existence in its eternal play.
Again we rise from the cosmic womb,
Beyond all birth, beyond all doom.
Returning to the source untorn,
Into the silence from which we’re born.
Life was never ours alone to own,
But a song through flesh and bone.
And in that oneness vast and strong,
We realize - we belonged all along.
-Poem by Isha AP&T Volunteer