Death is not an explanation. Life, itself, is never, finally, explained. What follows the present life is not an after-death of explanation — but, only more of life, itself. Continued. Unexplained. And only this — mere more of life. Until, the Living Light — the Brightness That Is Consciousness, Itself — Outshines the ceaseless life-time of separate ego-"I". And Only That Outshining Brightness Un-explains the Unexplainable — by Disappearing all the living mind that asks to be explained. And, Only Then, does Only Living Light Remain.
Therefore — for now — my death exists. For now, my death confronts me. For now, my death is me. . . .
Death requires a loving, fearless, sorrowless, unangered volunteer of me. Death requires the feeling-heart's participation — enamored, self-forgetting, and without anticipation.
Death is an un-selfing kind of wind — a sudden weather, any day. Death is the body's True fidelity to life, to love, and to Reality — regardless of the weather and the day.
To die is necessary, in life's poor Mummery — but, it is not Right and True, unless it is enacted from the feeling-heart. To die by yielding bodily, from the feeling-heart — as when in the Embrace of body-love — is perfect trust, beyond every thought of the little bed of "I"-and-"other"-in-a-room. Such feeling-death exceeds all loss of human love — by means of the human heart's felt constant Un-denial of the Divine Inherent Fullness of Reality's own Love-Bliss.
The One-True-Heart's Divine True Love must be All-Shown to life — by means of the body's universal kiss of feeling-heart-Found all-and-All — in death. Therefore, true love's Right death is how the body-"I" keeps faith — with the universe, and What Is.
Even all my life — this constant dying, with the feeling-heart, is the constant toll required of me. It is required, constantly, by the tolling Bell! and constant Call, that sounds — without a thinking thought — within the node and rhythmic chamber of my breast and belly-chest of Breath.
Life is not given, anywhere, to be a life apart — for its own sake. But, life is, always, to be a death of self. A Freedom-ritual of self-sacrifice — enacted, bodily, by the Open hand of feeling-heart's true love. And the True Loved-One, of the feeling-heart, is not an "other" — ever, or at last — but, only That Which Is, forever. Always and Already — there.
Therefore, It Is Reality, Itself, That Un-confines me here — by Dying me, to death.
True Water Is the One Reality.
The One True Heart Is the One and Only Real True God.
And That True Heart-Reality Is "The Water-All" — That, always, Takes my human feeling-heart to death.
And ego-death — by feeling-heart's Free, Open hand — Is the Perfect Way to Realize the Only Truth. The Truth That Is the One True Heart — Itself.
And death of separate ego-"I" — by means of feeling-heart's true love — makes my true love, The Love Divine.