The Judgement, Jean Jones poetry

For Fritzi for introducing me to The Bardo

The angel of death will take me to you,
After I finally reach to take her hand,
And there you will be, with your chains,
Ropes, and thumbscrews, and shiny hooks,
Asking how I was when I was alive.
I will lie, trying to run away, but
The angel of death will not let me go.
“Let me see,” you will say, and polish
that parabolic mirror of yours
reflecting my karma for all to see
everything I have ever done in my life.
Then, you will let those shiny hooks loose
And I will scream and scream until
The angel of death whispers, “This
Is all an illusion of your mind.
Pay attention to nothing. The only
Thing that exists at this very moment
Is vourself. We are all phantoms
Of your creation. We cannot kill you
Again for you are already dead,” and
At that point, everything will vanish
And my body will still be intact.

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