The warmth and comfort of my small world
Seem far and distanced and out of reach
My complacent mind was shaken awake
As that narrow tunnel I began to breach.
As colours swirled and sounds merged in,
I heard the ‘midwives’ voices say
Now here’s the head, we’re almost there,
One final push – she’s on her way.
The thunder of storms turned to gentle waves
That lapped upon a heavenly beach
My emergence into this new world
Made all I knew feel out of reach.
The light was blinding to my sightless eyes
Luminosity came from deep within.
My death-mother waited with arms outstretched
To welcome me as the world did spin.
As wisdom and knowledge filled my mind
I realised this was no strange dream.
The tunnel of death, as the tunnel of life,
Brings new beginnings as the new-born screams.
Goodbye my friends on the other side.
I remember, but thoughts are fading fast.
We travel all-knowing through birth and death.
An eternal cycle – our destiny’s cast.
~ ~ ~
This is what I imagine happens when we die – we go back to where we came from. Everything goes in a circle, so why should we be any different?
When a baby is being born, we can imagine it as seeing light at the end of a tunnel, as it travels down the birth canal.
People who have had near death experiences often say they have seen a tunnel with a bright light at the end of it.
It makes sense to me that both processes are similar!
Written June 26th, 2005