To die before we die
Is to fully live
To die to the small self
that our larger truth may grow
We are the Universe
A tiny fragment of it
Like a water drop in the ocean
or a grain of sand on the beach
Like cells in a great body
We hold the DNA of everything within us
We are everything
And nothing
No-thing
That is the death
That precedes really living
To die to the fear of death
The death of fear
of losing our self
To realize and release
The little ego self
To give it away
To wring it out
Like a wash cloth
To share it
So generously
With the world
That the edges blur
And we become like mist
Or fog
Or sunset
Boundless and bold
Beautiful impermanence
The radiant red on clumpy clouds
Deadly purple
Into grey
Then gone
But the Sun continues into the West
And the moon rises
The clouds dissipate
Or rain
There is no end
Only change
There is no death really
But we must die to death
The little death
To truly live