Questioning the Guide


What of this place, ?
this transcendent realm??
What becomes of who I’ve been,?
will I still be me, remember,?
summon the seasons of my life,?
recount the record? Or,?
is there a letting go,?
transition, a cleansing — ?
imperfections swept away, ?
wrongs absolved, regrets erased,?
the annals sealed???

Will I realize a genesis, ?
rise as a fresh being, not young,?
nor old, just be???

Will I find contentment,?
purity of heart and mind,?
grace and harmony — ?
love, and joy? ??

Where would I abide,?
do I gather with those I’ve known,?
family, friends, others — ?
speak to them, embrace them, ?
rejoice with them???

Are there stratums, classes,?
common mores,?
precepts and governance? ??

How about choices, variety — ?
is there freedom to experience,?
dream forward, wish and hope,?
learn and grow, ?
gain wisdom — understand???

What will I do with endless time?
(does time exist there)???

Do others ask these questions???

What if I don’t like it there, ever, ?
where else might I go?

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Wondering about the hereafter.