its the end of this separate life

its the end of this separate life. my death is not only assured, its already complete. we arrive living in a separate self, a creature driven by desire and unconsciousness. what matter this if i am just a knot of misery and need. the life is assured to end and beyond that is nothing. take what i can now and damn the rest. every priest and salesman in the world preaches their particular form of snake oil but only i am the decider of my fate. the truth is die now, in the flesh, to the separate being, to the ego needs and desires, let it all go, merge into the being, the oneness the unity and realize there is nothing left to lose. that the death we fear is just the body being replaced, released and liberation is at hand. in this life i have become the truth of who i really am. the undying,ever present being of illumined awareness and unmanifest eternity. what remains is the ultimate the unchanging the truth.the little self is done, gone, the fretting and needing, worrying and conniving, the happy/sad/ glad/mad/ unreal/denying self that couldnt let go of anything. finally died, became an untied knot, disappeared as it was undone, unwound, leaving only traces of emptied space.what exists in its place is the true nature, the being that has always directed the highest order of the existence, the joyous and caring and loving soul that has nothing to want or need or feel. the completness of the truth is undeniable yet inexplicable. when it happens the light remains to shine on the unending purity of the moment untouched by the yet to be or already gone. there exists only what is and i am all of that and not just a part trying to grasp more to fill the whole that is missing. i live undying as i have left what dies behind, it is not death that comes but the end of suffering.