mortality conquered, at heaven's doorless blue frame,
spacetime's rolled carpet behind, nowhere left to wander.

fear and doubt banished, thoughts of attainment lost;
Surrender, the way to Life's black hole portal. Whooosh! goes the old self. A-Dieu!

Hsin-hsin ming puts religiousness into perspective thus:
'when no discriminating thoughts arise, the old mind ceases to exist'

knowing this, and that a single thought may be 2,000 years, I find me! proof there's no death!
Now One I'ed, witness to LIFE, I rest between visits & shine away my errant dream.