Love something that is dying..

It is almost Halloween/Samhaim and the Day of the Dead, it is almost my birthday and we are most surely in the vibe of Scorpio season. So it is not surprising that I am reflecting on death.

Birth and Death are the two balancing ends of our lives… every birth has a death within it, every death a birth.. So in this poem, as we talk about loving something that is dying, we are talking about loving all things. Anything that has arisen as phenomena.. even invisible phenomena like an emotion or an idea… has a birth and death cycle to it. In our age of death denial I invite us to take advice from ancient wisdom and reflect on our death, to softly turn our consciousness to it., to build it into the truth of our earthly existence. Death lives at our sleeve- always there…always whispering.. how will you live today?

To love something that is dying

Is like falling and diving

with the beauty of 

Birth and death

She is burning bright 

a flame throwing shadows 

against the wall and 

Mostly inside of herself

To love that deep scratch of intensity 

You feel the vapor 

that is named impermanence 

In the quick state of the dying star

who for eternity

burned stable

In the velvet sky

Until, for reasons unknown,

became erratic

Exploded out- then in

There is that moment

All is sped up as you rush back

Towards the center

Full speed ahead

Head down arms moving

How seductive is that:

To love ourselves

Blind and driven

Crashing back to the source

And yet to acknowledge:

The body as medium and

Since we all are known to

care for the flesh of another 

The slow turn of grief

when that vessel 

Disappears

-tracy broyles 2021

-photo jill marie