Life is a series of deaths.
The death of your love –
Sadness, regrets, tears.
Black chasm of bitterness.

The faded dandelion wilts on its stalk.
Life is a series of deaths.
But from the greyed fronds
Seed parachutes snatch breezes of newness.

The baby squirms in its mother’s womb,
Comfort of warmth – why leave? But then
Life is a series of deaths,
And birth is the bursting of life.

What do you do after you die?
What did Lazarus do?
Grab new life with your teeth; celebrate truth –
Life is a series of deaths.