everything worldly dies with you
the longer and further you travel
your corpse an aged gnarled shell
once illumed from within
now abandoned back to the Earth.

the movement toward the unseen
a lifelong quest for many
can be the turning away
from all that's familiar, and
the letting go, of worldly wisdom-
the leap of faith required
to set all things in unity, of motion.

your generous self knows no limit
giving yourself time and again
a Sunrise on Sunrise offering.

Time tumbling head over heels
the Winter holds sway;
Enjoyment of snow-a time
of high jinks
playful to set loose- the
child of a Universal truth.

everything has its story
and everyone tells it

make believe mixed
with factual and just-

Plain 'I have no idea
forget about it'

the big sweep
keeping on sweeping

swept up
poured into the trash can

a death writer
bringer of death

paradoxically
celebrates life.