BURNING!

“The cells of our bodies are like candle flames,
Their atoms constantly replaced by new ones.
 Only their structures live on.” 
                                                   John Leslie

Burning!
I’m burning up –
Yet being replaced instantly and constantly.

I’m also a flower –
In flower –
A bouquet in bloom –
A gift to myself.

I’m composed of about an octillion atoms
Walking around in my own modest interstellar space –
Sometimes, I spin out of control –
Like a supernova
Or a black hole
Depending upon which side you’re facing.

I know nothing, I know everything,
I know some things –
Modest in my enlightenment
I’ve also been accused of enlightened modesty.

One of our secrets, traditionally, has been love –
Hiding everywhere and nowhere –
Over and under our eyelids –
And deep in our – beat, beat, beating – hearts.

I want everyone to stop – just for an instant –
So love can finally appear in all its glory!

 

“DEATH”

Is death like stepping off a cliff –
And falling forever?

Is death the loosening up of our atoms
And then returning them to the ground,
To the air, or even into deep water?

Is death a matter of disappearing to one’s self –
And then, shortly after, to others as well?

Is death memory
Gone irrevocably bad?

Is death the end or beginning
Of life beyond life?

Is death a gift taken back –
The kind of negative surprise we’ll slowly learn to accept as we age?

Is death a truth no one can bear –
Or a self-love that can disappear overnight?

Is death a fairy tale –
Told once too many times?