We know the body dies

We know the body goes into a box

And the box is buried

We know that what is in the box under the ground is not alive

We are beginning to realize that nothing of value dies with the body

Love lives on wherever it was placed

Kindness lives on in those who were touched by it

All gifts given during the alive-time continue their ripply road outward

We know now for certain and without any doubt

There is one thing that dies with the body

Drops dead as a doornail

The moment the body balks over into the end

Ego dies

(But we still don’t know whether he was ever really alive)

Death and the soul is

No longer encompassed in skin

No longer encumbered in stories

No longer entangled in time

Death is a fact

But the soul still is

Still soul is