I like to gaze in to the eyes of Death

It might sound odd, or scary,

or maybe even a bit liberating?

To me, each human I’ve ever sat beside,

while gently holding their hand

and gazing in to their eyes

as they are letting go of life and slipping in to death,

has given me more than I could ever give them.

They give me the gift of feeling my own mortality.

The gift of remembrance

that this BEAUTIFUL life ‘I’ am living

is fleeting, and impermanent,

and not something to cling to.

So last night after I looked in to their 96 year-old crystal-clear blue eyes,

I looked in to my own beautiful brown gems,

So full of life and adventure and love.

Sitting with my reflection for a few more moments,

waiting to see what unraveled, if anything would,

ahhhh, there is it is-

the water welled to the surface

and her eyes broke in to tears,

There is the clinging. There is the holding tightly.

The love for this beautiful body that I have.

I just sat with her

and understood her wanting to cling
(it really was a beautiful life, a beautiful body, a beautiful world) 

and gently allowed her to let go of herself,

in full understanding of who she really is,

and why she chose human being in the first place.

And the tears subsided,

and a smile so wide broke loose across her face

and the love that shone from her eyes back at me was 

the love every human wishes to feel.

The love that no one could ever give her,

because she has always been it and will always be it.

Beautifully Human.

Leading edge creator.

Lover of life.

Lover of death.

Lover of Being.

Lover of Experience.

Expanding Experience.

Deeply Saturated with Presence.

Befriending the eyes of death

gives new love to eyes of life.