After Life

We are all carried by the living after we die. Existing in reality – the now – through the actions, thoughts and words of the people on whom we have made impressions – manifesting as a quote, a memory or a particular nuance of behaviour that someone close to us has taken and chosen to make it part of them. We are like little seeds of consciousness that sprout and spread and fuse with other forms of consciousness. In the end we are all working together; we are all contributors to the future evolution of life; we are immortal – yet each of us has only a flicker of time to set our stages.

Identity Lost

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A spider

beautiful, black, orange and sprawled –

sits at the centre of his well spun prism of steel strong web.

Invincible, like a king.

Consuming anything and everything that enters his selfish trap.

 

Spray, spray.

He seethes as the pesticide invades his being –

twitching, resisting, this cannot be.

Falling to the ground – broken, withered, bound;

death cries imminent.

Who am I?