Week 10: Death. Writing.

What is death, but life,
and what is life,
but death?
In every moment
we are born
and reborn again
our shadows undulating
across the many souls' paths
that we cross.
We prepare
again and again
for birth
without acknowledging that first
there must be a death of an old self
a self that it would seem did not serve us
but in fact,
a self that paved the way
for this very birth.
The union of these two
fated to forever be the twin tides
of our Universe
cannot be pulled apart.
There is no gulf between.
The tide cannot be separated from the ocean,
nor from the surf.