Of course the dying always make us stop
those dying and those left behind
stuck in a time frozen into itself
as the everyday world disappears
and we are at once pushed into the present
and all that facing an ebbing life brings.
Life totters like a drop of water on a lotus flower
sparkling in it’s beauty while present
and then gone, in an instant
gone forever in that form it took
but not gone completely
the soul begins a new journey and we ask
where do we come from and
where do we go?
destiny is not arbitrary; we have a part to play
where we are now and what we do
makes the path ahead
who does not want to be free
from the chains of destiny that bind us
as this young man, a freedom lover,
is now bound to the hospital bed with tubes
and life keeping machines.
It’s a stark world we live in, merciless in it’s karmic clock
and we idle away the time thinking it will never happen to us
we are fools that live half lives
we need to wake up and sing another song
we need to let the caged bird fly
to know thyself in the quiet moments of lost love
and seek shelter within
we need to speak to the Lord in heart
and listen
for the wise are awake to the movements of the soul
and life is not lived until death has been around.
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