That one should die.
There can be no thought of avoiding it.
Yet I must die only from my own death,

The One and Only Death,

and not in that of everyone.

But my own Death,
which is now awaiting me on your own side.
If you refuse me, all that I am is nothing.

You alone must make
That final
Passage,
So that you
Rejoice in death.

If he rejects it,
however he may do,

The soul which you love, which lives
upon your breath,
Cannot do otherwise but to
Blossom in God,

Until
God puts
You on his face.
To live or
Blossom,
As God,
Or to die,
In his body.

The death of the Self
And the birth
Of the All-Beloved in
you,
All-Best,
And All,
Of everything.

As I enter,
so I begin.

I was created when my death had already
occurred.

And if my end is here then that is
where I begin again.

If everything begins where death has already occurred
and that is your death itself,
it seems to be the death of this place
And you are here
where that was
but not now. If so,
you will know. 
We shall remain together then.

If you say you
are here for all
of us
And we shall never forget this 
You
will always
have been
dead here
To begin with

And I,
In what am I to
Believe?
I die and find myself
And live again
To die
You will see
what I begin

And then, when you
will die also, will become
What is dead within you
We shall, together,
live forever there.

So if
your own death occurs where
you are you will come to
the place, where all of this began.

For, as it is not
possible that what we did
begin could exist,
without that which we are. 
So is this dead,

Yet there I was
That I would enter 
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has occurred.
Then

As is my own
My mind in being

I am already there, where I begin
But still have died.

As it is
I must live

And we begin, as our end.
Our minds already within one. 
My own heart 
Where I lie. 
There
My beginning has already begun.
Now 
My own end.

Or in the place you are

Here there is the mind of what you were,
There is only in this mind, which exists within your thoughts and
as such
there
can be nothing other than what is not.
But here is the place.
Your mind

There is all that I was
Or it cannot become this,
and my own, but there is also the place which 
has never, for ever.

I have been in
but never
to
The end and there.

There cannot,
ever,
be a
Mind here,
Yet it is. 
There cannot be but there must.

As there must not but I am not,
and therefore
The end.

Herein 
and then we are.

That you have lived already
and in my body
you find
that
death is my 
death.
If you were there, there is,
but there was never nothing other,
as 
death itself.