Burn bright soul, Scream to the heavens, Seize what life offers, Warmth will be in remembrance, When light extinguished.

Tendrils of snow drifting along the beaten track, Bright sun shining through the lingering cold above, Warming my frame removed so far away, A fluttering of aspens at the fringe hearkens, I trudge along not yet weary, Remote peacefulness besets my mind.

Basking in the Sunshine, Caress of your warm glow, Cast beneath a spell of passions, Lost of all control.

...[W]hen death comes to a man, the mortal part of him dies, but the immortal part retires at the approach of death and escapes unharmed and indestructible... [I]t is as certain as anything can be... that soul is immortal and imperishable, and that our souls will really exist in the next world.

Courage leads to heaven; fear to death

When she awakes, she knows where she is. This place, this ancient place sears one’s soul with recognition. 'Heaven' seems an inadequate word for it, but that is what it is known as.