Some mortalities are bigger than other mortalities.

Our impermanence on this earth,

impending death,

doesn’t feel as daunting

when you notice all the small endings of things

That reflect the beauty of mortality

The trees outside, they have to trim

But now all the sunlight spills right in

through your window

The deer that died, out in the woods

Has fed the mice, the birds, the worms

and kept the forrest alive

The day you left your childhood home

You had to exist all on your own

To become your true self

When the time was up with your first love

You knew so much more about what you deserve

And how to be kind to yourself

Some mortalites are bigger than other mortalities.

Without endings, nothing would ever begin.

Without death, nothing would ever grow.