Death is not a farewell

We live in different spaces,
rooms of dreams,
wander through them.
Memories remain behind,
open new gates,
lay down the body in front of it,
enter the new room,
from one dream to another,
in a new guise.

All rooms are connected with each other,
we enter the one room,
room in the centre,
then there is no farewell,
only timeless eternity,
welcoming old and young,
known and unknown ones.
The past rises to the present,
stars merge into one light,
from which the voice of God speaks:
Everything is one without farewell.

Anonymous writer