Death is Alive in Me

The Sun of my life
Resides not in the third eye,
But in the Heart.

Our shared Heart
is an iron core
holding us together;
All tears
All healing
Lead us here,
To The Heart:
Not My Heart,
But The Heart—
Our Heart.

Our Heart is more than a Sun;
It is a Black Hole.
Devouring us slowly, but indefinitely
We revolve ever-quicker in its grasp
Emotional pulse – grief flows inside
Release.
Questioning – why?
From within, an answer arrives:
Because Death
Is here
It is time
to Die.

Death is a necessity
To be felt not only during end times
Death must be felt now
Intertwined with Love
To liberate the Self
from the pain
of imminent
Obliteration

Death is Beauty
Death is my devotion
Death is my motivation,
My muse.
Death is alive in me.

Death calls me closer to The Heart
with shocking clarity.
Death tells me honestly,
“There is nothing to lose.
So let go,
Now.
It only gets harder the longer you hold on.”

I listen to Death,
I revere Death.
I let Death be my loving guide
Death holds me while I’m sobbing
And lets me know it’s okay to die.
He blesses my grave with ceremonial flowers
And plants seeds above my corpse
Death is a life-giving force.

Have you surrendered to Death yet?
He is with you all of the time.
Not with a scythe, nor on a horse
But enmeshed in your body’s design.

If G is to Generate,
O is to Order,
And D is to Destroy,
Then Death completes the Holy Trinity
This I shall honor him for

I invite you to hear Death’s subtle knock
Before it becomes a deafening roar
Death is a kind and benevolent God
But he does have to settle the score
So give him the time of day that he needs
To lay your ghosts to rest
Death is Love in destructive form

Surrender, release, take a breath—
Allow
Living Death
to create
S p a c i o u s n e s s