Owl Poetry & Prose
Death is…
Dec 9, 2025
Death is the one certainty in life
Yet it is one of the hardest things to accept
Perhaps because it is so certainly an end
Or is it?
We are after all, energy and matter
And both don’t go away, they just transform
Into something more, something new
Perhaps death frees us from this body
So that we may travel and embody
Something else, something more, something new
And in this constant renewal
Our journey carries with us the energies of the past
Nothing less, nothing more
Just the good, the bad or the ugly
And maybe this is why we are asked to focus on the good
Not the things we have
Just the things we do
And the things we are
So just be and know that in time
We will all be free