Truth

The mystery of life is only
Understood at the point of death.
For at death, the mind is devoid
Of fear; the inhibition to wisdom.
It is at the point that
We take the Reaper's hand
That our eyes are opened
And we see that which our fathers
Have spoken eons ago.

We see Truth in her most pristine form
Glowing softly like a fluorescent bulb
In the dark...
And that's why we die smiling...because
We see the Light;
We see The Truth.