Poem: Life & Death

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Death lingered in the air, 

My breath slowing, vanishing as it dissolved 

In the smog of the evening's soaring fire.

I knew it was my time. It had been for a long, 

Slow-ticking time but 

I still couldn't quite believe this was it. 

Life came hand in hand with death 

And yet I still struggled to comprehend death's presence. 

Acceptance would come, it always eventually did. 

In the meantime, I'd get curious. 

Life had taught me infinite lessons 

That I could now clearly, finally understand:

Hate had no space on Earth, only love had always been

The real magical essence in all things. 

No regrets though, the toxic emotions had all been a lesson

And I could comprehend all the facets of my human existence 

Because I had so wholeheartedly opened to the 

Myriad shades of the beautifully complex rainbow

We human beings had always witnessed.

I had lived and now death showed me 

How deeply I had done so; death 

Always had a way of bringing regrets to the forefront

But I trusted I'd done my best in each chapter 

Of my blessed, human life with the knowledge 

I'd had in each humbling moment in time. 

After what felt like a brief sigh,

Someone eagerly tapped me on my shoulder

And I knowingly smiled as I turned around; he was standing there,

Young as forever and with a pencil in his hand. 

We hugged with misty, ocean eyes; it'd been a long, long time

And we knew we'd spend endless hours catching up on the clouds. 

Acceptance came because I saw him, and because I 

Understood the meaning of life;

I realised it was a simple truth and we humans

Had always had a way of making things hard.

But that was okay: we were all learning along the way and

Trying to make each day worth the tears and the pain 

Because love, and joy, and gratitude were all so much 

More powerful and exponentially worth the experiences

On this terrenal and magical plane.

I was home again and other souls welcomed me 

With open arms and tight, ethereal hugs, 

With the familiarity of infinitely shared past lives  

And lessons learnt together through eons of light. 

This was life, and this was death; 

Some departed, some arrived,

The inexplicable and yet familiar and natural 

Dance of the eternal, mesmerising universe.

 


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