First, when we take
our very last breath.
The flame on our
candle goes out as we
Transition between
life and death.
But then comes our
second dying,
Which is similar but
not the same.
That death occurs when
someone for
The very last time
says our name.
So where are
extinguished flames?
What happens to the morning dew?
What effect does
speculating
Have upon our point
of view?
Life has many
questions to ponder.
I wonder if such
thoughts are freeing:
Knowing that we once
had been
And not remaining attached to being.
-by Bob B (10-26-19)
