Something as beautiful as birth
Is mirrored by death
The death of a flesh vessel
Fashions a stench and turns the eyes away
Man can’t see past the vase and the flower
To see the void which holds the water, the true beauty
The life giver
One must love the death
As they love the birth
Do not mourn the flesh
Rejoice for the soul
For the creation was a gift to the world
And the ascension is a gift to the universe.
*wrote this one for my family-in-law's dog after it died. Bye Rush.
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