Ten Thousand Deaths

After awhile the dying isn't so bad....
ya get used to it.
Ideas of me bud, bloom and wither;
thoughts on a vine.

It's resisting death
that really causes the problems.
The insistence that a flowering notion
reach its most beautiful, fragrant peak
and sustain itself...right there.
Forever adored....forever ador-able.

Better to see from the start
the futility from which they are seeded....
an ever wilting bouquet of notions. 

Realizing that all is experience and nothing more
frees me to delight in ten thousand deaths,
all the while tending my garden.