death is a gift

the past is gone

this moment
gone,
dead,
never to come again...

(we all died in that Aurora movie theater)

always
born again in this moment

gone....

death
is a gift

ideas
laid to rest

we hold a funeral for that which never was  (where's the proof two minutes ago ever existed?)

death

no needs
no wants
no shoulds

rest
these people
their souls
who no more wander
seeking
pearls and pieces
to complete themselves

death
the end of the search
that is not there

no wholeness
ever left

no piece
no peace
of God
ever went missing

in death
i but lay down my torch
my claim
that this is so

that anything at all
need to be different

i accept
i embrace
every speck as it is
in this moment


the end of "my" life
that needs
everything
to be very specifically
a certain way...
to control and orchestrate every detail of existence


and who and what divine being gave "me" that supreme vision and dominion?


Lord, Lord, Lord that is far too big a job for me...the ants and the grasshoppers...what was i thinking?!

Happiness is
the death
of "me"

and so it is

death is
a gift


"until you experience death as a gift,
your work is not done....you're either believing these childish stories
or you're questioning them--there's no other choice." Byron Katie