Death Has Led Us Here

Death has led us here.

We came from our parents, they from theirs, and theirs from theirs. 

Ancestry as shapeshifting. 

Beings changing to other beings.

Blood runs. It flows like a river, never the same again, always renewing and renewed. 

Death feeds Life feeds Death.

Death as the most natural process, an agent of the Eternal.

We are trees from the grave: leaves, flower petals, pollen. We eat ourselves, form to form, ashes to regenerate.

Who is Death but Birth?

When we cry by the bedside of the dying, are the sounds no different than the cries of the newly born?