You befriended death
the day you were born,
became intimate
with the first breath
that rose up
in your tiny body.
As it arrived,
fell away,
was effortlessly followed
by another—
death was present,
aligned with life becoming.

Infancy, childhood, adolescence;
everything yields
to what’s wanted next.
Nothing repeated,
each heartbeat unique,
life unfolds
through the generous leaving
of what came before.

Death is woven
throughout each day:
Sleep gives over
to the pull of the light.
The sun surrenders
to the glint of stars.
Moments passed
become wisdom

Feel in each ending
that which lives on.

What leaves is not lost—
let it go where it will.
When what you love dies,
what loves you