Every now and then
I stop and think
my days
ARE
numbered.
Shocked again, I pause
and look around me because
the thought of death has a talent which can be used for good.
For viewing things differently, raising the
intensity everything etc.,
and thinking
about
strange stuff
like how everything
is made of the same stuff
and is marvelously complicated.
How energy and gravity combining
again and again
tells the
story.
Gravity made the stars and
the stars made us
and
we will die
like the stars will also die.
Death…and knowing
it’s coming
for sure
is something we can
believe in
for sure.
And reality
looks on with infinite
patience while we do our thing.
It’s our body looking while hidden
behind the clankings
of language.
Does thinking about death enhance our view of
the time we have
left and the
fact this
time is
not
guaranteed?
Will we ever see what it’s like
to be truly aware
of
what’s happ’nin’
without any of our spin?
questionsnow 