A conversation between life and death and love and birth.

‘Life and death’ mean nothing to that which haven’t accepted its premise.

The relationship between death and life is not as it appears.

“Life and death were walking along, where death had something to say,

’How’s it that you have to be willing to die, to live?’

and life replied,

’Funny how the opposite’s true as well.’”

Perhaps, ‘life’ needs a new definition.

Who’s to say where the seed starts and the plant ends?

Along the sandy trail, perception brings odd notions of life and death. The mountains and plants don’t seem to care.

Plant flowers with us…