Death as going home

 How do I view death?

It is going home to where I came from.

When I was eleven, one night I was afraid I would not live to see the morning.

When morning came, I was greatly relieved.

Looking back, I wondered at my conviction that night, 

that I might not live to see morning.

My older sister taught us a song, "This world is not my home."

I loved that song, it stayed with me for years after.

After I experienced heaven or higher realms in my meditation,

I often found myself homesick for “the land I do not know where.”

It was a longing, a yearning, a haunting in my soul.

A few years ago, the feeling was so acute, I cried as I drove.

 I knew it was not for my family's home,

But that home I do not know where.

Entering into the new age world, 

I realized I was longing for the planets or universe I came from.

As I near age seventy, I feel it ever more.

That death will be going home to where I came from.