Ego death is the inevitable path,
Before we can experience rebirth.
It is the purging of the past,
Pain too intolerable to endure,
And memories too solemn to recall.
Through death, it washes away,
What no longer serves us.
The path of our past,
As we reach the cross roads,
Where we no longer can turn around,
Forging forward into unknown.
With new feelings and sensations,
We shall look back at our lives,
Wondering who we were,
And how we could have been.
It is this death that we mourn,
Tears of farewell to a soon-to-be stranger,
The wake for the passing of the familiar.
We find solace knowing there are others with us,
All forging toward the horizon,
Seeking rebirth in this new dawn. ~ Brooke
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