Everyone Is Dropping Dead
Everyone Is dropping dead
but the dead no longer care,
they have left this fatal life to be truly living
while other’s are being buried
as they emerge from a womb.
It’s all good, all ordained by a choice,
for there is only One here
being born and unborn again.
Death comes when
the birth and death dream
falters and unravels.
It is sad; it is joyful,
it is heaven sent as a newborn
or as life’s lingering release.
Everyone drops dead in their head-space,
in the mind-cage,
then they allow the earth to die away
keeping only those live-long flowerings
which they then plant in a garden of love,
a garden enriched and gown from death.
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