Yes and No

There is a yes

But it doesn’t know how to move

There is a fizzing in my flesh and in my bones

In my cells

Anxiety or Excitement?

Anticipation or Fear?

The yes has been poured into me now

Death resisted

But it is here now

Too late to go back

My throat aches

Only death knows how to speak

Death speaks in finite terms

In words of limitation

Always with conditions

Boundaries

Intent on searching out Safety

The end is certain

But Life

Life speaks with poetry

It speaks with words of possibility

It dances its way to a place of unknown destination

Only the origin is known

This I don’t know yet how to do?

How do these two coexist

Life and death?

The beginning and the End

The known and the unknown

Certainly and uncertainty?

How do they cease the fight

Entwine like lovers

The end certain but the journey unknown

Why would I welcome death?

In fact I didn’t welcome it

It was thrust upon me

But I know now

Without death there are no seasons

There is no winter

There is no rest

Without death

We don’t see the coming to life of the seed

The vibrancy and breathtaking beauty of its unfolding

The joy of its dance

The humility in it’s fragility

And we mistake Death for an ending

It is not

it is a transitions

But as with birth it is a painful one

Pain as ecstasy

There is the grief in the end of a season

The end of a cycle

But there also is the rest before the birth of something new

The grief of not knowing what that is

And no promises

Just the scent of a knowing

And then we stand back

And we can see

The yes and the no
The birth and death

The knowing and not knowing

They are all here all the time held in the vastness of space and time

Just too big for us to see

So we must journey through them

Experiencing them one piece at a time

One moment at a time

One lifetime at a time

Anything else would be ..?

I am not sure what anything else would be

Maybe one day we stop journeying

And we just become it all

No more journeying

Just this