Death and Life

Life and Death

Life and death, both one, don’t care, but life isn’t a couch
I know my life is finite, maybe, maybe infinite, but all is one
It comes from the only One and goes far, disappears,
                                                                  but continues to arise


Live, life goes on, my heart is ticking, blood rushes in my head; 
                                                                                  sign of end
Life is mortal, let the end be my new life, and my soul forgotten
My life and death are one, my soul soared, and the depth of my hell
                                                                                            is endless
                                                               

Death and Life
Friends?
Are they friends?
Enemies?
Are they enemies?
Playmates
I am one of them, but both
Good friends
They are good mates
I love and respect them
Long life my death!
Viva my death!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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