The Dream of the Turtle

Our lives ebb and surge, retreat and advance, from the first breath, until our lives abate, falling into nothingness. Some never truly live until their life is finished.

In life, one lives as the description, as the word, desperately seeking the proper punctuation to complete itself gracefully...

...a dream, searching for a dream-less state.

In death, one gives over everything freely, with no hope or expectation of return. It is compassion beyond thought. It is life beyond measure...

...a being, with no need to be anything.

Will you ever know the truth of death in life? Or will you wait until you are forced screaming, feeble and frail, into that final darkness?

Why wait?

Dead Giant Tortoise

The dream of the turtle is over, and life has already begun...