Death is Beautiful

Death is just like birth, same door in reverse

Everyone dies, this is the fate of the living

Allowing death to be assisted and beautiful is a radical act

The masses would rather look away in fear

Heavy with grief the thought of death to much to bare

I just walked my mother to that door

Surrender the only option

Being with the dying is a profound and sacred act

Every moment

Accepting what is, is key

Understanding that these bodies, vehicles of our souls are only temporary

Transistion into the afterlife becomes easier

Illusions of self, melting back into the fabric of all

Feeling all the emotions

Until the very last breath

Love is the final call