Death’s Life:

Death to old patterns, not serving me and us
The soul is witnessing death, birth and life
Death to old ways, of thinking, ways that are not the way
Death to thinking for only a moment, is life

Death of old self at every moment
Birth of possibilities
Death of the stagnant blue flame

Rejuvenation, relief
Breathe out death, breathe in life
Belly and lungs are a universe

Growing out of what what I once was
Beautiful egg slime from the cracked shell of the self
Becoming again what I am

Death of the body
Carcass is beauty
Sacred bones, skin, muscle, tendons, organs, yummy fat of a White-Tailed Deer
brings the universe more life
Decay, bringing life and lively love
Death is reborn again