The line between them and us
Alive yes, but death the illusion
Clay forms and essence
Say the fusion.
The friction chills the skin,
Open doors, shaken floors
Knees move, ache.
We are faced with our own
Allowed to be driven by their
Although night always seem to come
Connect with those who have lived and then some.
At this time of year, candy and costume-wearing is valuable for some, for others it’s an obscure time called Hallowe’en, (or Day of the Dead/All Saints Day). This year especially seems rather retrospective as we recall the “sugar and scream” fest. Without the eerie, spooky stuff and in all lightness, we keep in memory our ancestors. These who have passed on, the lives they have touched and who have brought the sugar to us. Clear the baggage and allow the council of inner wisdom in. Death is not sinister all the time. It’s the time to reflect on who we are and what we came to do.