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Death is 'going home.'
Life is almost a fraud, keeping us from what is real. Once we shed this physical shell we are free. Free to understand, free to love and be loved, free to remember all we've forgotten in the process of forcing ourselves into these 3D encasements that we call "bodies."
I am so ready for this particular chapter of my book to come to an end. It's been a long, soul-wrenching, lonely, yet oddly beautiful journey. I'm ready to go home, but it's not time for that yet.
I'm ready to meet those I've known before, those I knew before this life, those I've known on the other side. I ache to return to the all-encompassing love that IS Heaven. I yearn to have the limitations of comprehension that are endemic with being physical removed; to have the freedom and clear vision of being in spirit regained.
Birth is death; death is birth. It's all just a matter of perspective. To die and be reborn into the existance I knew before I came here... how beautiful that homecoming will be.
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