Go Slowly (part 4)
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Death isn’t really a melody
We hum from our chest
Death is like a newborn baby with wide eyes
Taking Life in
Seeing us from a differing perspective
If we stopped running, fearing, hiding
Let it speak clear to us,
We could really learn from it. Death,
I never knew you were here with me (us)
This whole time, taking Life in
Hauntingly beautiful
Death waits for us to listen
All this time we’ve been running from Him
He only wanted us to speak to him
So we could see it clearly
This precious, precious gift
That Life is.
We are so free for being here.
We are so cornered when we run from Death
And there isn’t anywhere we can go, really
When we’re running from Wisdom
When fear takes the chest
We can’t hear him
We can’t feel love
We can’t feel joy
We can’t feel rest
We can’t really experience any of the sweetness that life is
When we’re still running from death
So turn, and see it.
Embrace him.
It turns out, even Death,
He really loves me
And we
Have always been friends
I had just, in my youthfulness-
Turned to grown up-ness,
Forgotten
How sweet he is.
When I forget how to treat myself with kindness
With compassion
When I can’t turn the joy from pain or suffering
When I can’t transmute the energy and I’m stuck feeling playless, recess-less
Death, he always comes back for me. He helps me turn that to this,
To see myself more clearly, to show me even in endings how joy presides
Over pain and suffering, and how this life really is the best.
When I can’t quite accept the ending
Joy comes back for me, she too hates to see me suffering,
But I am maybe the only one of us who lacks the perspective and
Ability to see myself more clearly, to understand, to appreciate
And to find the gratitude in ALL of it.
Thanks to you, my dear friend Death
Tell the crow and the raven they too can
Caw home again, sound the alarm of
Freedom spreading back beneath my chest
And wings spread wide on the winds of
Suffering, channeled into Beauty and Rest
Transformation time, lovies, now let’s
See what beautiful things
Come next.
❤
