Walking hand in hand

death and life are walking hand in hand in me today... one moment I am hidden in a black cloud of despair, the next rays of sunshine pierce the veil and I am free.....nature's weather play mirrors my inner play... thick fog, damp chill sliced open by the winter sun... suddenly all is clear

every moment is different....

one glance from the office window... a tree branch gently moves in the breeze and I am pierced open, sweetness fills my body. the mind asks 'what is that? it's only a tree branch moving' ....the mind cannot access that gentle inner touch that caresses me open.

a phone line dead.. a volcano of frustration erupts.. almost, I fling the phone across the room yet something stops me.. a recognition of this fire that bursts and births... a recognition 'why am I really angry?'.... a knowing opens

a skype call with a sister in Sydney... she opens her heart and my words spill from her mouth...word for word our death is the same... compassion, sweet compassion opens for the one heart that loves and gives and loves and dies... emptying out ready for spring

life and death walk hand in hand......always