What Happens When I Die?

Much time my mind is occupied
but what comes after I have died
Is it torment, is it bliss?
Is it a nonexistent abyss?

Is it fast without much pain?
Is it ethereally effervescent, or mundane?
Do I cease or go on knowing?
My tree ends, or I keep on growing?

So scary the passing through that door
Or naught to fear, which scares me more
Race towards the finish, always frightened
Face that fear, finish it enlightened