Our specter of Death---misunderstood
our illusion of Life---doubtful at best
differences between the 2 are negligible
their insistence is more than true.
Birth begets a note of beginning
impermanence sets the tone for leaving
born both of guilt and latent innocuousness
life--a promissory note of relaxed reticence
all 'isms collide, faith vs knowledge vs wisdom
whether a natural illiterate or college born.
we own our own posthumous poetic license
believing fool hardy beliefs to faulty commiserance.
Step back, take stride in the power of a No Self
remove all falsehoods-place wisdom on your shelf.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2023
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