The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word.
I want to know am I the sky or the bird?
Hells boiling over, and heaven is full.
We’re chained to the world, and we all gotta pull.
(We’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground) – Tom Waits
It’s a wild life. I’m at least halfway through it, and I have yet to reach cruising speed. It’s amazing that we know we’re going to die, but we act like we’re not. The wise ones have always said to keep two things in the forefront of your mind at all times. First is an awareness of That, and second is your own death. Tick Tock.
I know I shall die. I don’t know what will, or will not happen to “me” when this body goes kaput, but it shall. George Carlin was, and he was not. Same with my grandma, and the same with us all. Moths to a flame.
Ah… the next great adventure. I am not afraid of death… maybe a little of dying. However, I have a huge fear of my Sherlock dying without me there. Not that I want to control everything (HA!), but it’s important that I know that his passing is eased and he is not scared or in pain for any longer than necessary.
I can see in the distant horizon a smoother patch and often hope for the classic ‘boring’ suburbia life. There has been so many times in the last 5 years that I am wished with all my heart for a boring day. Like summer when you were a kid… just nothing to do that isn’t what you damn-well-want to do…
I think that the After is a joining back to the Energy… I do think that the Essence of Me remains intact if not complete… My favorite thought is that because we join the Universe we know all there is to know… but I am also very aware that these are comfort mechanism and the Universe can come up with far cooler things than my puny little brain…
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