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In my opinion, Emily Dickinson as a transcendentalist used her poetry to describe the process of transcendental meditation, particularly the meditation of death. In this poem she tries to allow us to expierience our true nature by entering directly into our conscious. The poem is a deep seeking of the nature of death, the death that is a process of expansion and transformation from solidarity to a spaciousness.

When she says: \"I felt a funeral in my brain, and mourners to and fro, kept treading, treading till it seemed that sense was breaking through... \" She focuses on the sensation of being in the body, feeling the body\'s substantiality and solidity, and the heaviness caused by gravity pulling on its very substance.

When she says ...\"And then I heard them lift a box and creak across my soul, With those same boots of lead, again the space began to toll...\" I believe this to be an expression of the awareness a \"Light Body\" expieriences, seeing , tasting, touching, and......

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