The density of Heaven
differs from soul to soul:
transparent, opaque, filmy.
Some drift, some stand still
hovering over a place they
loved, liked, or wanted to be.
Dying’s the least of it, after
it’s done. Where they died
is dicey. Few return to it,
unless unable to do otherwise.
Life, dying, death, a continuum
that ends; after that, afterlife.
What is it that living wasn’t?
(25APR 10, Santa Clara CA) v1
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