Death Is A Friend

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http://www.thefountainoflife.org

 

We are born (borne) in death

As one moment dies

Another brings life

 

And we are here

 

What we are cannot last

Endings and beginnings

Never to be lived again

 

And we are here

 

Reborn in the gaps of time

Only one constant remains

Knowing alone stands

 

And we are here

 

In a dying world we live

Both reborn from ashes

Fresh as a rising sun

 

And we are here

 

 

I Will Smile

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http://slodive.com

 

Throw at me what you may

I will smile

I know what all may not know

 

Twist and bend this mortal frame

I will smile

I am just a scene in your play

 

The silent author of this act

I will smile

I now understand your game

 

This role I will gladly play

I will smile

I need no words to reenact

 

Try harder day by day

I will smile

Broken I will remember

 

Together we began this game

I will smile

As you raise me from where I lay

Here Too Much

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http://kristjanjarv.com/2015/06/25/beyond-reality/

You should never be here too much

Be far away without a care

You should never be here too much

In the other place, that no one can share

 

You should never be here too much

Rest in the void beyond the door

You should never be here too much

Beyond the grasp of wanting more

 

You should never be here too much

Where they will try to change you

You should never be here too much

Where they force their point of view

 

You should never be here too much

Forced to see and think like they do

You should never be here too much

Open the door and step on through

A Stone Heart

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https://www.theodysseyonline.com

 

 

Forged in a world of pain

Hardened by life

Driven by greed and gain

And so he learned

Never to be hurt again

 

Stoic and strong in many ways

But there were some times

Reflecting on some faded days

When it was not so

Bending a knee he often prays

 

Simple things he wants to feel

The joy of silence

To see what is truly real

Finally understood

There was nothing to heal

 

Falling upwards a heart will open

Time negates all wounds

The sheer falsity he was fed upon

Worries that never were

Truth is found in a kiss and a song

 

 

 

In Mundane Things

 

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Cutting grass, a chore,

Yet it can be so much more

 

Music in headphones,

Sunlight flickering

Motor humming

Squirrels bickering

 

And I am in the flowing

Part of without knowing

 

Muscles flex under load

Pushing as the grass blowing

And still the quiet remains

Among the chore ongoing

 

I am not the doer

But I am the doing

And it is done, it is always done.