life and "life"

Reality has a choke hold on "life"
unless we die to self
and join the authentic living.

It's hard to stay dead...
and the claustrophobic flailing
when I "wake"

is confusing

until I remember:

It's not about "me."
It's about us.

I'm part of a bigger story
than "my story."

If I let Him,
the Master Author
will finish it the way
I don't even know I want.
And with life.

My rough drafts
meander
and if followed through
just die a different way.

I can die now
or later.

It's a mixed up swirling of
life and "life"
of death and "death."

Real life only comes
after death to self.

Choose:

Die in fear a thousand times
living to self...

or die to self
and live vibrant.