Death is the other side
Of life’s coin
Sometimes, it falls
death side up.
It shouldn’t be too much of a surprise-
Given the statistics.
Sometimes the coin falls that way,
It’s not the end of the world-
No matter how one feels -the game goes on.
Some people don’t want to look at death,
They say it’s too heavy, too dark, too frightening,
But life is not all candy-floss and roses,
Death is just a breath away.
It’s so close that we can touch it,
And it can touch us, and that’s okay.
Some, who have been close and returned,
Tell us death is a state of being
and all with one.
Time spirals into the labyrinth
Endlessly, like sand blowing
across the desert.
No rush, the grains don’t run out
No hour glass pressure. No state of lack.
Those who have been to the edge- and back,
recognize that True Magnificence
is a state of being.
It is the state from which we came
and the state to which we return.
One does not have to die to rest in peace.
Dive in deeply to the depths of being
reach all the way to the still silence
– beneath the waves,
stretch to the sky, breathe it in
on fully extended wings.
Be magnificent — as a fruit tree -blossoming
so that when the petals fall,
And the seeds are sewn to the wind,
Along with the ashes of all life’s fires,
There will be peace in knowing
That this is not the end,
it is only the turning of a beautiful cycle.
(Poem inspired by Anita Moorjani’s book, “Dying to be Me.”