Go ahead,
play the death card.
Make your dying
be a peace of you.
Lay the death card down,
with every breathing out.
Oh, and then blind draw
each inhalation back
into further aliveness.
This is a life procession,
like the hand over fist
of a vertical climb,
with a still point of presence
for a high beam.
You can meticulously watch
your grip and release
of each breath's pulling
into life's next stations.
Breath arrivals
and breath departures,
there to witness,
as a secondary syncopation.
It is a metropolis of meanings,
in a mountainous terrain
of activities before you,
as if you were
at eighteen thousand feet
above the sea level of you.
Notice each movement
is in slow motion flow
or otherwise labored.
It is the tai chi
of mundaneity . . .
Your witness enraptured
in simple movement,
radiance engulfed
in simple expression release . . .
Here are the exquisite skills
of small child presence,
returned and replenished,
within each breath forward.
Go ahead,
play that death card,
in your childlike way.
Go ahead,
make my day . . .
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