Death
Noose of death tightens
and heart’s load lightens,
not due to despair
but since we’re aware.
Bliss beats rise, we burn
but now it’s death’s turn
to reclaim its own,
feeling love home grown.
Each moment reborn,
consciousness sings on,
frolicking about
free from fear and doubt.
03-December 2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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