I Have Seen Death

I have seen death.

I have seen death in a sacrificed sheep, with blood flowing from the cut arteries and veins beneath its neck, forming rivers of red to wipe off the dark spots on a floor of sins; with legs struggling back and forth to keep swimming in the seas of life, but eventually submitting to the still valley of death; with a pumping heart still playing its vibrating rhythms for some time, giving the flashing light code of sailing in a ship sunken to the deeps and sailing no more.

Ain't life so fragile?!

I have seen death in a butchered chicken, clucking and cackling, and flapping hard with its wings to fly away, and running with its legs on an invisible track, but in vain, for those wings are not meant to fly high, and the legs are running but on an airy track towards nowhere. 

I have seen death also in a dying cat, in an expiring dog in the street, lying down totally helpless, decaying in dead silence, and turning into a main dish for the death-eater crows and weasels and flies and other minute creatures and parasites.

Ain't death a gift as much as life is?!

I have even seen death in works of art, on papers of novels and drama and poetry, on stages of theaters and cinemas, on screens of televisions, on waves of radios, on virtual codes of artificial intelligence.

I have seen death further in the ticking of the hands of clocks, clapping for the death of a second and the birth of another; in the blowing of the winds of air, one breath inhaled, another exhaled; in the hitting of the waves of seas, carrying both what is lively and what is lifeless; in the spinning of the Earth of our world, a day born from dawn and passed away from dusk; in the sweeping of the dust of time, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. 

Ain't death all around us?!

And I have seen death in me. I have seen it in an illness that drives me to the peak of snapping and fainting out; I have seen it in the pain of a lost love, a lost dear, a lost self; I have seen it in the disappointment and desperation of getting hurt from those whose harm hurts the most for it comes from a very close distance; I have seen it in words that kill, in looks that injure, and in silence that suffocates; I have seen it in cursed knowledge, in troubling ignorance; and I have seen it as the great leveler, the inevitable.

I have seen death, and death has seen me, like it has seen everyone in this universe, and sooner or later, by the end of the road, no matter how long it is, we are going to meet. Your life is the mirror of your death, so let goodness and useful knowledge and love and faith be the reflection.