Somebody asked me, “What will be
After this life, what shall I see?
Am I then merely pure essence?
Or does my life still make some sense?
Where is my past, is it all gone?
Or do I still feel what’s my own?
Without my body, who am I?
What really happens when I die?
Who’s got the answers, the reply?”
My friend, now I feel rather shy
Since, indeed, I once was near to death
For some time been sheer out of breath
Before I had a lot of pain
But suddenly there was no chain
To hold me back in this frail body
Which I thought to be only shoddy
I swiftly was pulled all out of me
But still had a body I could see
That body, yet, it felt no aches
Was perfect, weightless, without brakes
Be captured by sheer flames of Him Who fills His vessels to the brim With burning passion, love, and more And wounds their hearts down to the core Enabling them to embrace love That flows in rivers from above Flooding and sealing those who keep These treasured pearls in their hearts deep Eternal fire might consume Grave, desert, and the barren womb Till Heaven’s gates have opened up And rivers flow to fill the cup With all that makes our life worthwhile With ecstasy beyond the aisle Since there’s no marriage here on earth That could display this union’s worth