Facing mortality,
not an easy thing to do.
Body falling apart, mind doesn’t understand…
My mother struggled to accept her circumstance, sitting in the doctors office.
Why doesn’t my body work as it should?, she asks.
I could say, but don’t. After all she is eighty five!
Who am I to say?
From the deep wellspring, beyond her fear and delusive thoughts, she knows anyway.
What is inevitable floats to the surface.
Resigned, she waits for the doctor who has no answers, just prescriptions to hand out.
I see a young beautiful woman in there.
So many lives lived shine through this woman’s eyes.
Life is the wine and love is its fruit. Even if it tastes like vinegar, it comes from the same fruit.
A thousand million universes out there and yet nothing compares to the fruit of the wine.