The Bardo

After death, according to the Tibetan Book of the Dead, all creatures then spend 49 days in the Bardo. And the Bardo isn't a place – it's more like a process, that lasts 49 days, as the mind dissolves. And, as the Tibetans believe, the consciousness – or let's say the energy – prepares to take another life form. Bleep. Bleep. All goes to darkness. And the next thing you see is your next life. A slow awakening to this world, or another world. Now you are in another form. Without a body Recognise this The cities. The mountains. The rooms. The trees. The trains Optical illusions. Not there. Like dreams made of nothing Things you love, just living things, move with a different speed. They disappear. Echo. Repeat. (...a different speed...) Anger, turned to liberation. Earth into water. Water into fire. Fire into air. Air into consciousness. The many days of silence, and loneliness. You are not alone in leaving this world At first you don't realise you're dead, but continue doing things you used to do. Looking for things you've lost. Your mind overwhelmed by memories. And plans. What am I? What am I? (...looking for your food bowl and wondering where...) Recognise this The monkey mind, my teacher calls it. Dissolving like moonlight in a cloudless sky Recognise this You can move through walls Recognise this, as the play of your own mind Leave attachment to the things you left Could I have done this? Could I have said this? (...get some good food and bring her home...) The long ago fears of childhood. No solid self. The longing after your own happiness. (...own happiness...) The longing after your own happiness. (...own happiness...) Trapped in your thought flow Wake up Wake up Clocks have stopped. Once you wore that. Once you did that. Everything you knew about time, slipping, repeating... Do not be afraid Like all mornings, (...just as you say...) Recognise this Leave behind aggression. Leave behind passion Recognise this