Door Of Death (For Smoky) Poem by Eric Cockrell
Door Of Death (For Smoky)
the door of death,
just that, a door...
the face of god
shaves in your mirror.
the fire of understanding
lit by the match,
held in the hand
at the end of your arm!
eternity but total
and conscious awareness,
finding the universe
in each petal of the rose.
the leaf just budded
will turn and fall,
to lose itself in sleep,
and become leaf again!
This reminds me very much of Smoky Hoss, who I count among my best friends on earth, like Eric(and I have too many friends in heaven now, so I'm even gladder of friends on earth still wearing their bodies!)
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5/1/2024 12:33:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There are worlds within worlds and universes on rose petals. Excellent.