Four years past an autumn eve
she left us with doubt
about death
it's meaning finality
She was received on her death bed
by beings who entered her realm
as if a sacred circle of living dream
from which awakening is death itself.
She left us with questions intact
beyond investigation
neither resolved nor absolved
by religion creed faith.
We sit with death in our midst
wondering who it is sits with us
as our coffee cools our day begins
watch as morning bends into night.
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