It seems that we have death around us -
the flower dies, the sun sets,
the grass goes from green to brittle brown,
the waves come crash and go -
but meet the leaving of the human is still a grasping concept.
I wonder why?
I think it is because we have a brain
that imagines all sorts of things,
mostly our importance in the world.
If I am quiet in my body without I's
I am just that, a body,
a grain of sand on the beach.
This helps take the fear and place it in perspective.
~K
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