The Time Of Dying

Fall, autumn, the time of dying.
A great adventure into sleepy peace.
Winter, dormant, invites slowed paces, introspection.

Don’t flee impermanence for warmer climates,
denying death even in seasonal preferences.

All of these bodies will die.
All of them, every single one.

Birth, so celebrated, not its mess and goo and poo,
not the true transition of a mother’s aching growing, breaking body,
but the new thing, the child.
The fruits of the product of that labor.

What would it be like to celebrate the old things too, the bodies.
What would it be like to live without the denial of death?

As autumn begins and leave die on the branches
of our own beautiful green trees,
leaving them bare so that next season,
they can live again.

Let us look deeper at death, our own and the world’s own,
and learn from our witnessing that death and birth
are merely two points on an endless circle here in this world.

But life Life this is something beyond and within,
something that connects us all because it is actually what we are.
It is what is alive through every one of us.

And these impermanent days,
in these impermanent bodies are here as an offering,
an opportunity,
to experience Life on Earth,
but they are barely a speck of dust in the totality of consciousness.

5 responses to “The Time Of Dying”

  1. Wonderful words that resonate deeply with me as I come closer to the end of my life. The gift of a slowly progressing terminal illness is the opportunity to appreciate our place in the life of this universe. Thank you for sharing. ❤️

    I also have to say how much joy it brings to me to see the life you and Jeff have created. My grandfather’s lineage will end as my son was the only one of his generation. But to know that Aunt Alice’s and Uncle Marion’s descendants are going strong makes me very happy.

    • Wendy, I missed this comment after you made it. And wanted to take a moment to acknowledge you and thank you for responding. I was so sad to see news of your son’s passing. Thank you for sharing your words about me and Jeff, it’s a wonderful incredible existence that has been a blessing I never could have imagined possible when I dreamed as a child about what I might “do” someday as an adult. It truly means something in my heart of hearts to read your words.
      Wishing you love and peace on your journey around the sun.

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