Death Gets A Bad Wrapper

Death Gets a Bad Wrapper

The kiss of death
Is the kiss from the angel of light.

When you fear the light
at the end of something-
You only suffer in the squalor of your misunderstandings
Anyone who knows the true price of suffering
Will tell you

Death is a gift

Given at the right time, in the right way
Every time.

A gift that brings you spring each year.
Without the death and decay of the leaves
There would never be any
NEW
Leaves
We would never eat or live without death.

So why then;
do we, the naked primates of this terrarium-
Fear the very fibres of life’s rhythms?
The cosmic architecture that
tensions the nets for existence itself to thrive.
The ebb and flow
Each not of greater significance than that which transforms it
But a wholeness
An understanding and peacefulness
To the END of things
that are DONE
Ripe to become something new.
You wouldn’t leave a pot in the KILN
(every pun intended:)

 for longer than it is done?
I mean a few minutes or hours sure,
Just to see what happens…
But we all know not to burn the cake
If we wish to eat something that
gives us sustenance.

So let it.

Let it mold and rot, decay
And FALL away

The most beautiful things come from it
You see them, eat them every day
As you constantly hunt for shangri La

The fountain of youth exists from death
Because of death. Not in spite of it.
So know this
We should really consider a name change for the systemically approved vernacular of the meaning of DEATH.
Maybe….
“Transmutation”
The pinnacle of transformational understanding and awareness.

This is a world of transference.
A totality of duality
 is the endless energy
That gives rise and fall to creation itself
The fabric of reality/existence itself

Every moment you call upon death to kill and transform that which you have outgrown

Is a moment to relish in