I'm not sure I titled this. Written in 2013, finishing sentiments with my client completing therapy.
Death does not die, and does not live
We live, we die; death just . . . is
Like rain, like sunshine, death just . . . is
Death is part of our existence,
And the substance of our existence
If not for death our existence of you and me,
would not have lived.
And there is death in our parting;
In your parting from me,
In the ending of us
Not the ending of you,
not the ending of me,
the ending of us.
In our ending I feel tired
Tired to death
Death is tiring to hold
And tiring to let go of
Oh! What to do with this?
Allow death to stand beside you
Rather than you holding
Let death share living with you
Rather than you letting go.
Whilst death . . . is, life is . . . more
Life is the birth of possibilities and
Living is experiencing, testing, trying, stumbling . . .
Living is the being the possibilities.
David Forrest October 2013 Nottingham