Brigit's Flame January 2011 Fourth entry: Nirvana

[merthin]

Death has lost Its sting.
Each swirling little flake of snow
that settles here will die one day,
but Death has lost Its sting.

Heaven has no place for me
but I don't fear the place below
nor any prayerful waiting room for
Death has lost Its sting.

Can't you see how neutral I am now?
The checks and balances
have finally balanced out for me
and Death has lost Its sting.

Not even God can join me here,
Nor devils hunt and haunt my soul.
No joy, no pain, no loss, no fear,
For Death has lost Its sting.