E=mc2 Your body is a mass, When you decease, It becomes a mess. Putrification.
Your soul, Which never had a beginning And never has an end Lives on as energy, Travels with the speed of light, To be one with the cosmos, Leaving behind families, Friends and relatives. People and emotional experiences Of this small transitory world.
Was it an illusion, This worldly maya, With its ethereal charms? Did you live Or were you already dead?
Unanswered questions of humanity, As the soul leaves your body And heads for the vast, Unfathomable cosmos, Like a blitz. To transform into energy.
What came first? The light? The energy? Or the mass?
