THE MOMENT of GOING

How long, how brief the years

when finally completed;

How bittersweet the parting,

for those left behind, not consulted;

 although there's truly no such separation -

one lifetime, full and present -

then seemingly just gone;

 absent from the body

yet fully elsewhere.

Transited through the holy portal,

wholehearted, in toto. Amen.

We already got to suppose the

Mind is sheer immaterial

 - part of but apart from the brain’s neuroplasticity:

 wired in, conductive and

reducible to hypermaths eqs

but evasive of ultimate definition.

We surmised consciousness exists intrinsic to Life itself:

 infinite, indivisible, participant and inclusive.

So who left whom - departed?

Like a blossom flowering out of solid wood,

a seed rising from the soil,

any incubating creature

bursting into or out of a stage

or evolving process;

all shift, transmute, unfold

as long as spatially confined to the linear tracks of 3D time.

That’s all it is

 - a feedback loop disenabled.