Death Holds Promise
Swirling autumn leaves
for whom no one grieves,
consumed by a storm,
envelopes our form.
Nodes within us stir
and all chakras whir
as our soul's tribute
to death resolute.
Eye ought not be pleased
seeing leaves deceased
yet this transition
sparks bliss ignition.
In death there's beauty
but egos snooty
resorting to guile,
are in denial.
Our heart knows what's true,
let's life pulse renew;
each transformation,
our meditation.
21-October-2022
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