Opposites

It’s funny, isn’t it, how life

can feel like its very opposite.

Life is change, and change

is the death of what went before.

So life can feel like death. 

And a life sentence can feel like a death sentence.

Take having a baby. Why does it feel

like the act of bringing new life

into the world is the act of killing the self?

Is this a good thing? Was it a self

that needed to die

so that it could be reborn into a bigger self,

a self that encompasses more love,

a self that lives all the more?

Perhaps death must occur in order that life

be more fully actualised… I think of all this

as I watch your face.

Your amazing, beautiful face.

A thousand lives behind those eyes.

To Life! Let us live.

And let us die so that we may live all the more.

Joshua Seigal