May my skull break open to become a nest of wild Birds

Only space and freedom
No density of mind

Life never looses, only holds space for transformation
Within the dead skull,
a nest of new born birds
Rests, waits and grows

Merging Possibilities,
Eminent flight

Death is silent, abundant,
generous, life giving

What will you allow to die today,
as a rich soil from which fresh
new seeds may bloom?

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