I found a gentle peace in these lines. Rather than making death the destination, the poem lets it become part of a larger rhythm where every season, every breath, and every return belongs to the same unfolding. Thank you for such a thoughtful reflection.
I was thinking the other day… do you ever remember falling asleep? Found comfort in that ❤️
There is a delightful drifting off, no memory.
I found a gentle peace in these lines. Rather than making death the destination, the poem lets it become part of a larger rhythm where every season, every breath, and every return belongs to the same unfolding. Thank you for such a thoughtful reflection.
You are welcome. I like your description of “gentle peace.” Death is part of the rhythm, the turning of the wheel. This is where I am in my life.
Well written and contemplated. Serendipity of writers perhaps my poem scheduled for tomorrow is on the same theme.
Thank you! I look forward to your poem.