A totally free spirit.

Maybe I have to convince myself. To accept my mortality. My death. Perhaps to where I came from. Back into nothingness. As if I never lived. And thus settle for only an instant in time. That's difficult for me to accept.  But I have another choice. I can hold out hope. That I am living forever. That some how, some way, I will emerge again.  Alive. And vibrant. Maybe it's only that I imagined being physical. When really, I've been spirit all along. Encasing myself. In a virtual reality. In a physical dimension. And upon my physical demise, I will become.  Once again. A totally free spirit. --Jim Broede