Death
Part 1 of a collaboration with Wild Flower. Part 2 is here.
One would think
After all these days and nights
Following one another
Days and nights and days
After all these changing names
For nameless…realities
After all these changing choices
Breeding conscious…ness
Over top the silence
Of being aware
After all this laughing,
Dying, crying, loving
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One should get it.
If not for these illusions,
Distracting by their names,
And their here now
Gone tomorrow
One would get it
Then, how would one know love,
If not for difference
And distance
And change
And turning, turning, turning?
Then how would one escape
The valley of love?
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Our collaboration Wild Flower— an invitation to you to write about any concept taken from what I have written. Three times each, ok?
