XXVI

In that final surrender, darkness falls, but it is not the end-just a new unknown. You drift beyond time’s enclosing walls.

Like countless nights before, you have thrown yourself into the arms of the void’s embrace. Now the void feels vast, yet you are not alone.

A great Light, familiar from that sacred place you touched in moments of deepest meditation, dawns to guide you beyond body and space.

You sense your form dissolve-liberation from weight and boundary, expanding true. What remains is awareness, pure orientation.

It is serene here; perhaps loved ones come into view or angelic chords welcome your return. Perhaps simply peace, simple and new.

No fear, no struggle as further you adjourn into the heart of the mystery you befriended. In dying daily, you learned to discern

the path through the dark, so now untended by mortal mind, your soul glides sure. The transition is gentle, as if intended.

All the wisdom and love you did procure through every daily death now gleams around you like constellations that endure.

If there is judgment, it’s kinder than dreams- you have already judged yourself each night and corrected your course by ethic beams.

If there is a tunnel, it is filled with light of acceptance; you move without strain. If there is a river to cross in flight,

you have your coin of courage from daily refrain to pay the ferryman, who nods in respect. Across to the other side you attain.

What lies beyond mortal life, you reflect, was never certain in doctrine or lore, but you approach it prepared and circumspect.

Whether a new existence on some distant shore awaits, or merging into Oneness without form, you flow as naturally as through a door.

Perhaps you find an eternal morn breaking, a world beyond worlds to explore. Or maybe sweet rest in nirvanic calm born.

Whatever the truth, you harbor no fear nor implore; you meet it with the same grace you showed each dusk. Your practiced soul navigates this last lore.

And as you fade from the earth’s husk, the legacy of your life shines behind. For dying daily taught those you did touch.

Your memory inspires, your story reminds others to live bravely, to embrace change. In that way, you live on in hearts and minds.