In what purpose we want our paths to tread, what lies beyond when we are dead, what are the ways that help us face death
For death alone is not doom, but a transformation that bridges us to some unknown foundation that we need in order to live
It calls for courage, it calls for gentle grace from wisdom’s light to face what’s needed to face in a life that is vast and wide…
We all know that we live not once but many lives through all the life that tie revives
From once being a child, a youth and through weathered old days, each stage is a story, a learning like a thread of gold
It shapes us, both false and true, for who is born and then fades through shifting light and darkened shades as we evolve…
The joy and the pain, the love and the tears are the echoes that are carved through the passing years
We have each roles to take, to dream, to follow on the rivers and life’s ever streams yet each challenge we surpass, there’s rebirth
A chance to find life’s deeper worth, the lives we truly lead, whether brief and small, are stepping stones that build us all…
To live and die is a whole lot different thing, it’s an art, it’s a fight, it’s a learning to sing and dance to
To hold the pain and never a bliss, but to seize the day is yet not to resist as heart that beats is the breath that flows
For in accepting what we cannot know is like liberating what we cannot know, we help liberate the spirit from its chains as we learn to live an enlightened flow where peace not fear ultimately reigns…
Not terrors to avoid but teaches us to be wise
When comfort becomes our primary phase
Might offer temporary respite from the task
Each breath a negotiation we perceive
