Old Friend We Meet Again

When you meet death, smile as if greeting an old friend. The fear you feel, is the fear that death will not notice how you've changed. The lessons you've learned, the tears you've cried, the smiles you distributed to the ones in need. But death as an old friend sees your discomfort, and wraps a warm arm around your shoulder. The two of you walk arm in arm in the cold snow, lamp lights flickering in the distance. Realization finally dawns on you, death was never the taker of your life, rather your guide to a new one. The snow under your feet is infinitely deep, and you are without shoes. With each step, melted snow turns to ice on your bare feet. And the weight, o the weight would be unbearable without death keeping you from falling awry. The pull of the unknown, drags like gravity down. But death is strong, and deaths feet like snow shoes plod on through the deep. The farther you travel, the warmer it gets, and when you look down you see the ice has melted. The lamplight now looks as if it was made of sun, so warm, so pleasant like the face of an approving father. Death turns to you and says, "It is time". Looking back all you see is a tunnel, so dark it resembles the womb in which you first were birthed. A deep breath, and you step into the waters, warm and inviting. The snow and cold are gone, feeding this lake of warmth. And even though it is light, you can see how dark it is until.... You are squeezed into the world that is to become your own, you gasp and suck sweet ether that inflates your breath. The fear of being alone overtakes you, then you see your mothers eyes, the eyes of love. Death waves goodbye with parting words, "We will meet again old friend". First Law of the Conservation of Energy- Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed to one form or another. What animates life is energy........If life must create Death....then for the equation to be balanced...Death must create Life........... It is the roots of Death.....that grow the tree of Life.. and it is the School of Life that prepares us for the University of Death...........and so the wheel spins.....................................