Death and life are two aspects of the same coin.
Dance of life and death
What is the point of hiding one’s face?
In shadows parading at death’s service
Waiting in a departure lounge for the plane
Yet like a priest who welcomes life and death
One pretends you can live without the shadow of death
Cloaking one’s deathlessness in an immortal body
Where inevitable decay reveals the soul body
Revelations of forgotten life in silence
Watching the ailing form to formless resilience