funny thing with being ‘bilocational’; i can feel both … the land of the living and the land of the dead. weird as it may seem its completely plausible for someone like Me. not sure when or how it ended up like this, but i know i’m not the only one, which makes Me feel a little more comfortable in my oddity.
sleeping on the death thoughts made Me awaken with a sense of life. hence the land of the living.
you know the dead don’t care ay. they’re dead; as we all will be one day. it’s the fore runner foray. the prelude to it. and if that death is sudden then the prelude smashes headlong into the present, causing shock. that sucks.
but i wonder how on earth we all ended up being so devoid of the thought that is the inevitable plight of death.
back in the day, my ancestors – both white and brown – had an uncanny knack for embracing both the living and the dead. my Nan would say they are always around Us. they never leave. and with that thought, one would wonder what the angst is for. that we won’t be able to SEE them with our eyes anymore? TOUCH them with our hands anymore?
when did we stop seeing with more than those senses?
when we became separated from the land? from life? from those cycles?
or when we decided that earning $ is more important than those around us; those we love?
their essence … never leaves. they live within us … around us … along side us … through us. they can never be separated from us, because they are part of us.
its that simple.