Death And Life

when we die we would be shoved out of this body into another plane, something else it can be quite frightening the hands of of nature that work between the known, unknown but then so what? we never are our own thing nature never means us to be in control of ourselves we are always somebody else's father, mother, the Divine in between the known, unknown belief and make belief we plod on to put sanity into place, a recurring drama, a sea of waves sweeping over us, never waking us up second version when we die we would be shoved out of this body into another plane, something else it can be quite frightening the hands of of nature that work between the known, unknown but then so what? we never are our own thing nature never means us to be in control of ourselves we are always somebody else's father, mother, the Divine in between the known, unknown between belief and make belief we plod on to put sanity into place the ants building nests under the rain a recurring drama, a sea of waves sweeping over us never waking us up