THE LIFE OF DEATH

Now true to our nature we discover, true to our form we see.

In distance rising visions,

slowly breaking free.

Dawn in springtime living,

falling dead of time.

Perception growing widely.

The dialogues of space and life.

From one form springs another.

Birthing breath and name.

A border, misconceptualized.

It's the life of death

Not the end of life.

Through pieces came your name alive as life.

Uniquely, wildly lived, and loved your form.

The animating force of life.

You came as a fragment to it all.

You passed as sorrow for the loss of you.

You passed as the wisdom for the teaching of you.

You passed as the knowing of connection with you.

You passed as the living death of you.

You passed as the moving grief of you.

You passed as the not letting go of you.

And as the tears for the loss of you.

You are here as the longing and missing of you.

As the memory and spirit being of you.

You passed as the incredible aliveness of you.

You are the incredible aliveness of you.

It's the life of death that pulses through our veins, roars in our hearts and blood.

With clear as starry eyesight we might see the life of you.

The animating life force and intelligence you are

The inspirational creation that you are.

Death isn't the end of life

It's the transition of fragments arriving back home.

Being birthed into other forms.

The movement of being and wholeness of all.