Holding On

Funny how I have a feel for my body. I can feel the beginning of a cold sore in time to take the medicine to hold it at bay. I can feel allergies just as they start to manifest.

There are some things I can't hold off though. I can feel them coming on, but it is like grabbing at the wind. All I can do is try to get more rest and hope it goes away.

I wonder if dying is like that?

At the very end will I feel insubstantial, like a mirage, and then somehow I will step through the veil and the mystery may be over?

Or perhaps it will just be beginning?