Death is home..

 

Death

is a matter of time

is the primary avoidance

told in separation

a repeating story

which already is

an appearance of the

nothingness of home

Death is a comedian:

She watches your every fleeting attempt to stay alive, to cling to that which you claim to own and know.

She laughs as you struggle in your confusion, and your fumbling around looking for her grace.

She smiles gently when you run from her loving embrace.

With hope, you evade her, but she is everywhere, she is undeniable.

And when you are not looking, and when you least expect it, you will be swallowed up into her belly which could never be avoided.

And her childlike laughter at your striving attempts to remain separate, which once upon a dream seemed so malicious and malevolent will be recognised as unconditional love and compassion that you always longed to come back home to.

Her grace is what you call evil, yet in the natural reality it is the maternal and loving caress you most deeply yearned for.

She is home, yet she is your annihilation.

~~Alexis