Ponderings Poem by Mathews Ninan

Many a day have I pondered
Over the mystery
Called Life and Death.

Yester night on my
Inward eye flashed the truth
That behoves all.

What is life, but
A consciousness of actions
Breath and memories.

And sleep is then,
But, a few hours long
Unconscious rhythmic breathing;
A suspension of consciousness,
Actions and memories
We undergo each day.

Death is then, just,
But a step away-
The dismissal of the
Rhythmic unconscious
Breath of sleep.