Death

Fearless, calm, soothed by an unexplained
Void: Either dark o filled with light, all is gained,
Mixing with the infinitum of the Cosmos:
By dust, feeding life of many forms and making
Its presence a nothingness to reality.
Breaking particles of dust to smaller pieces,
Each beating the sound of the universe, and sight,
Of darkness even in light or light in darkness.
No taste to cherish fruits of pleasure, but
Thought: the presence of a treasure,
To be in itself: a moment of Everything.