Death and dying... there seems to be alot of it happening.... I'm feeling it.
I'm hearing it.
I'm not talking about outside of us, although that is happening too.
We fear death, we cling to life.
But the cycle is death, birth, death, birth, death, birth
A continuum cycle of infinity until its not.
Until the mystery ends, if it ever does.
Our fear of death inhibits life.
It fucks with nature and the nature of our soul.
It is the tower card of collapsing in the Tarot.
It is initation into deep trust.
Communion.
There are aspects of my life that are dying.
It's uncomfortable... and.... there is some excitement in there
The tickle of conception.
How can I receive that so life give me more of myself,
of what a long for.
I will never know unless I let death happen.
I can grieve, I can shake, I can fear and I can yield.
And I can open.
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