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A chosen life: part one


**This is the first of a several part series that I wanted to approach all aspects of life, from the perspective of a recently deceased man, that is debriefing his experiences to another in heaven. **

Welcome back to your body of divinity,
and your informal debriefing.
As you have done this before,
you know what is in store.
Would you please begin with
your chosen profession,
and continue with why you
made your choice.
To once again live a
mortal life upon earth.

Daniel rose in gown and and mirth,
as if rejuvenated from tremendous thirst.

It would be my pleasure,
to fill you in with ledger.
Most of my time here,
I write by passion,
and teach in session.
In class , one moment, not in particular
I wanted mortality,
infinity, now peculiar.
So I enlisted at once,
and was brought a list
to chose virtue and vice
as I wished.
I selected of both,
pride and empathy,
vanity and sincerity.
I asked to deeply perceive beauty
in all things that may be
I asked that I be eager to please,
the powers that be and people around me.
I wanted to be indecisive
always questioning
normalcy and reality.
For complacency to cause suffering,
and apathy to manifest painfully.
For all accomplishment to be
both mentally and physically trying.
For ability to come naturally,
but their meaning, held from me.
I asked to always be searching,
as if lost, always to be in morning.
I wanted to live desperately seeking
for the light in all things.
To be veiled from it,
as if my punishment.
I wanted to only feel
my connection to the light.
Never to recognize it
by touch, by taste, or sight.
To have to leap in blind faith,
without fear of fate.
They processed my request,
and must have questioned
why I asked for such penance.
I would not have been able
to answer their request,
it an answer that eluded,
even my consciousness.
I only knew it a necessity.
The pain of the truth came to me,
I had lost the path to thee.

One Night was given, to with-drawl my request.

And so I pondered my decision in good company.
We ate of luxury and delicacies,
Of wines and cheeses.
We read of great literature,
and discussed of great composure.
They all were excited for
my up and coming adventure.
We left each other in the grey twilight,
I strolled and wondered through the night.
I was nervous and excited
for my soon to be flight.
I informed them I was ready,
then sat in tranquil meditation,
amongst my favorite flowers,
beside river of life,
letting the energy of existence,
flow through me without resistance,
I was ready to for my flight,
and ready to begin my next life.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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I love literature, but read to little. I am at most a cleaver illiterate, always deceived by false definitions of arrogant composition. I never wrote nor really read poetry tell may of last year. A door I am forever grateful for opening. more…

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