Life
Death
Bigger than us, perhaps
At the same time
Exactly what we are
What we face
Who we are
Struggle, we do
To live, and yes…
To die
But facing these things
We step
Into the abyss
We call home
I think of my father, mother
You think of yours
They were the intersection
From whence we came
They move on
We move on
And, we are left…
Not behind
But to ourselves, with God
To move from where we are
To where we end up
To where we end
And to a new beginning overtaking us
And there, life and death become one
Poetic Alchemist 
thanks dan, kai and polona!!!
beautiful….
wow, wonderful and so true!
i’m having some busy times but otherwise i’m ok 🙂
Beautiful, Don.
As one Native American sear said: The truth is all living beings are struggling to die… I suppose there is no other way but to return to the source… In a way, man knows this…
Gautami: We probably share a cloth. In any case, thank you!
Why do I relate to your works so much?