Death is our shadow,
it follows us endlessly in life,
until we cast no shadow at all
and become the mist,
as we dissipate within the sun’s warmth,
form to formless mirth,
in the freedom of release.
Fear not death,
for it above all things inhibits life,
the trepidation of its plight
the suppression of being,
so worried about its calling
we don’t live at all,
just wait in time’s cold stare.
To live is to disregard death,
fear not the ending to live in beginnings,
imbibe the nectar given
and experience all we can,
to risk and rescind nothing,
for death has no intention,
just transition when we’re done.
Each moment, each breath is portending,
the soul we are lending to this life,
and we may fear what’s unknown,
what’s already sewn,
yet the soul just carries on
beyond this mortal plight,
and life is the teacher.
When death is the comfort of rebirth,
all is possible, all fears inert,
as we travail this physical realm,
each and every nuance ours to meld
with our travelling soul,
struggling to be whole,
in the passage of life.
Fear is just an apparition,
a dulling limited edition of strife,
and the more we hold
the less we control our path,
living in a numb and lackluster state,
where experience is sedate,
and time just drags us closer to console.
Tony DeLorger © 2017