Death Is The Mother Who Gives Us Life

The life death life cycle

That’s what wild women believe.

If you believe death is the end

what’s the point in living?

There is no end just transitions. Evolutions. Rebirths. Change. Constant.

I needed this reminder in these times.

It feels like the end.

But the darkness brings the light.

The growing pains will settle.

I hope what we’re left with is worth it.

Maybe we all have to die

for earth to live at this point.

I’m ready.

Humans disgust me.

I disgust myself at times.

I want to be a tree.

Deep in the woods, steady,

where no human can cut me. Grow for ever and ever strong

and cycling making rings

upon rings to show my life each year.

Maybe I am a tree.

Each wrinkle and scar and grey hair a ring I’ve earned.

Death is the mother who gives us life.

What do you need to kill off to be born again?