They say that there is a small line between life and death.
But in reality there is no line.
Every waking day,
Everything you do,
tips the scale further,
towards death, or towards life.
Death toys with life, giving it hope,
and for a while there is peace,
But then death lean over,
and the weight slips,
and the pressure won't release
It may be slow,
It may be instant,
But death bores easily,
so the outcome is always the same.
And once the scale has tip
your life is death's to claim
This relationship is a toxic one,
Life can barely breathe
Death leaves poisonous kisses
Slowly spreading his disease.
Let me help you to understand here that what you as a human being think of as “Death”, is a big scary lie told to you to scare you into submission to obeying human religious leaders so they could be in power over the living.
It is true that this human form is made to dry up and wither away. However, the Soul of a human is infinite and continues on after the body falls away.
Death, the Soul, and the Body are all connected, very much like a caterpillar, a chrysalis and a Butterfly.
All Death is really is a transition from one existence to another. It’s nothing to be feared.
Life? Well you experience life every day. Live well and learn from your mistakes. Be kind and be humble. You will come to understand how important these attributes are while you are still a human.
Die another Day!
To sleep, perchance to die is the age old question well explored by Hamlet in Shakespeare's elegant words.
It's one of the few pieces of classic literature that had me willing to memorize a passage. That and Edgar Allen Poe's Nevermore.
To say the human race is fascinated by what happens after we shake of this life is an understatement, and probably the root of every religion on Earth. Fear of death is probably the one thing everyone will admit to at some point in their life. And with death being the final step, it makes me consider each one along the way as vital and worth experiencing.
Perhaps there is a God. I think there is. But whether or not you believe, each choice we make along the way shapes us and how we are remembered defeats death.
Memories shared by those who knew us keep us alive long after we are gone. To have my loved ones remember me as a sum of my actions and love is the best legacy. If the words I write each day and cobble together into stories, essays and poems bring joy to generations in the future, then I am content with what I have accomplished.
So, my meandering musings lead me to this: A life well lived conquers death. Death motivates live life well. The relationship is tightly tied in a knot.
The Ever Giving Gift
Life the man,
Death the Lady.
We are his gifts,
So she'll love him. Maybe.
where we find ourselves
we’ll never know
minds being what they are
we simply cycle
from the darkness to the light
forgetting any reason to ponder
the hows or whys
where we find ourselves
The Idea of Death and Life
Mustn't be headed
Death is the reaper
Life is the seed
Death sows Life
and Life gives to Death
together they are one
divided they are none
Life and Death are often stigmatized into being set ideas or beings. They are the givers and takers of life and yet we don't know what comes after life, or more accurately what comes at the beginning of death. Death is not one event but it is your second life, your reincarnation, your Heaven. You will spend the rest of eternity in Death. Whether Death is Heaven, Nirvana, or some other place is yet to be determined by the living but one thing is certain, death will come. It will come for everyone.
Life & Death
In each person's journey
life and death are old friends.
Like the sun and moon they may dance around one another
only meeting for a brief moment to shake hands
before continuing on their way.
One cannot exist without the other, but never at the same time.
The sacred and eternal dance
Dancing to a melody that is ancient yet not dated, two partners swirl about each other, sometimes embracing, sometimes pushing away. The two are opposites, yet one could not exist without the other. The incredible vastness of their stage spreads over the world itself because no earthly being can escape the sacred dance between life and death.
Existing in a perfectly devastating equilibrium, life offers itself for death to take, and in turn, death gives life room to grow and progress. Of the two, life is often seen as the beautiful one, celebrated for the light and cheer that it offers the world, whereas death is resented for its dark, cold fingers that always seem to close their grip too early. However, it mustn't be forgotten that the partners in this sacred and eternal dance have a balance, each one both glorious and wretched in their own way. The face of life is a precious picture of youth and hope, yet it is flecked with gnarled gashes of sin, hate and betrayal. Eye to eye with life, the face of death looks on with a mask bleak and grim, yet in the gloominess behind it lies a cool, uninterruptible tranquility, and a peacefulness that will never be attained by the living.
In a world where only joy exists, joy can be known, but never appreciated in the way that it is in a world where there is also tragedy. Life and death are not so different in the way that death's shadowy presence in the corner of a room lit by the living reminds us to enjoy the time that we've been given. The knowledge that we shall all one day step over the crack in the floor from light to dark should be incentive to enjoy life while its fruits are ours to take, and though full control of one's life may be impossible, it does not deem us powerless. With its invaluable gifts, life also brings ugly and horrible things, and the power lies in choosing whether we want to become the darkness and bring it upon those around us like a nasty scourge, or if we will allow ourselves to be pulled back into the light and do the same for others. It is true that all lives end and most are forgotten, yet death reminds us that life is a gift that is only given once. It is up to us to decide who it is that we want to be, and who it is that we want to be remembered by when the all-black coach comes to claim us forever.
The soul never dies.
You can remember. You have returned home.
All your affiliates await. Adjust in good time.
How well did you do? Was it all you had hoped?
We saw you had challenges? We all played our roles.
Yes, one did well. Still one has much to face.
Successes and failures. One will remain.
Very happy to be back. Thank you all.
I still have much to learn. Maybe brighter next life.
Who goes back next? Have you chosen a life?
What will your trials be? Will I have a part?
In time, young soul. Recollections await you.
Reexamine all your pasts. Enlightenment lies in the distance.
Death and Life
She's bright, beautiful, kind, and talented. When she smiles upon you it's a blessing. Most everyone loves her of course. And everyday she makes beautiful new creations. And even though she loves all of her creations, she gives them to me. And I keep them forever, because what could be more precious than a gift from Life?