extention

can it be
is it
that born
we are always
re born
that what is called
death
is simply growth
life
is a constant
the garden grows
struggles
dies
is reborn
into new life
the deer faulters
and it's heart
stops
he drops
his
old life
gives new life
the earth
is born
dies
explodes into
a million million
fragments
congeals with other matter
is born
new life appears
new souls
repeating and repeating
like a familiar
melody
a drama
constantly unfolding
i am here to witness
i am here to grow and
to change
to be taken and be
reborn
the tree
the stream
and
the rock
all
live within me
and i in them
the mystery continues
i am content