Being Here II

Death is birth into
Light, and birth
Death into life into
Struggle and motion, loss
Pain and fear
Gain and rise, loss
And plunge - it is the
Rocky terrain that
Hems us in and
Climb we must the
Rocks and heights the
Gullies, streams and
Widths of life, until
We meet our door, the
Passage into soaring and
New  being - it is
A birth into life - rejoice
At a death, a release
Unto the eternal shore, mourn
A baby born, the
Awful journey begun
Into horror and trial - the
Ship upon Acheron - stare
At the far shore but
Contend with waves - that is
Being here.

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