Living is Dying- As Dying- Is to be Born

A look at the frailty and sublime beauty of the human condition.

Prelude to birthing…
“Fair haired child do dance and sing
See what bounty the day does bring
For deep within the burial pit
Will we all soon lie”

Living is Dying: As Dying, is to be Born

What remains of who we are
When time does ravage this mortal frame
A collection of bones made brittle with age
Passing into dissolution, into the unknown
And I my fathers son in keeping
True to the path that is heavenward bound
For in this end when the daylight is passing
Consequence is to be suffered from actions sown.

So breathe in the last and remember your sweet ones
Draining this cup unto its bitter sweet pit
See with new eyes those who’ve gone before you
For living is dying: as dying, is to be born.