Life is the unfolding of layers
The mysteries we are to ourselves
We are so lucky to die
It would be painful to live forever
We die to be reborn again, again
Back into our mother, the sun
She shines bright for us
Blinding us to help see again, again
Flowers bloom then die
Leaves grow green then explode
Before ejecting
Launching into oblivion
Their attachments released
They float in the wind
Catching in webs
swirling down the golden sidewalks
Here’s this!
