What do we believe as ‘Death’?

Does the consciousness prevail when there is little nothing left? When you are nowhere in yourself; Does then life happens?

Many times we opt to call our soul, but that does not work. We try to get mild and smooth but we do not call it as ‘life’. We face challenges, loopholes on the way and we think we have gathered the gist of ‘life’.

We conclude that life stops when the heartbeat does. The past view when we look back seeming so painful, so dramatic.

The purity achieved is then addressed as bliss and cremation as the pathway. The rigorous fight for the soul the time life was worthy, was that synonymous with ‘life’?

Yes, when we take it as the only word. Just as we take ‘light’ as merely a phenomenon. Being more precise, just as we take ourselves.

All of a sudden, the world changes and our perception of life. This is what we have always done. This is what we try to figure out until our breath does not take us elsewhere.

Soul gets crushed, individuality sustains.
Time gets wiped and memory remains.

Now, death is only supposed; it does not occur. It does not restrict our journey, it forwards the journey. The soul sets itself free; memories leave the backdoor; nothing remains to glance at through.

The existence becomes divergent and reinforces its identity, — here the way begins—when the soul has no boundaries; it has no prerequisite to be looked. It is free to wander; free from being intruded; free from getting observed.

When it happens, it is — Life.