(written 10/30/2016, edited 1/26/2020)

We feel death encroaching upon us and we are aware. It tells us in whispers- clear as if soothing hymns to an infant.

We mourn for our families and our friends for the loss they’re going to receive.

We are selfish and at first we are in denial. Last we are preparatory and restorative. We are calculated in our sentiments and we are in fear and in love with each moment we are given to make our peace with this space.

And we withhold many facts to spare you.

We are preciously, delicately, painstakingly aware of the world around us.

So unearthed by the reality that we are (in alignment with selfish nature) the most transitory beings here, denying our mortality. We are settled in our denial as we should be settled in our truth and we make it our tranquility. Yet, it seems as though this reality is peripherally seen until it blinds us by its blatancy, death is in situ. Our acuity is unpolished and because of this our time to come to terms and be wholly is short. We are passive aggressive most times- at best.

We are such a spectrum(s).

Truly two beings, one of completeness in our truth, and incomplete denied by our arrogance. These two states battle within us, they toil within us. They, in the end place us among the ashes and dust. We must be at peace with our oneness; duality, and listen to the whispers. And accept and be accepted when we need to translate them. Hear each cue to free yourself and love your neighbor. Listen and attempt, valiantly to be at peace.

Some of us are scattered and in paralysis. We should act, think and, exist in that acceptance.