Matter and energy never disappear; they transform. Reorganizing, merging, morphing into new forms.
Plants and animals die, decompose into nutrients for the oak, the mushroom, the fawn.
Stars and planets collapse into holes so dense light cannot escape. Some say the abyss blossoms into new universes.
Life and awareness are intertwined. What I call “me” is only on loan until death.
Awareness is a mortgage, a death pledge, signed with the infant’s first breath, title conveyed to the cosmos with the final payment.
A spark ignites awareness when life brushes against death. Once born, we are obliged— to dance with death.
Near death our sight is sharper, awareness deepened, ready to be returned, enriched, to the lender.
We are aware only within our small field of energy. Shiny fragments in a vast unknown.
We are tiny islands afloat in a shoreless sea of unknown power. We are matter, surfing waves of energy, constantly merging and morphing within eternal cycles of birth, life, death, and rebirth, unstoppable.
Desert Dweller 