We are often taught to look at death as a passing away, rather than a gift to go elsewhere.

We are often taught to look at birth as a new opportunity, rather than a gift to be here.

We are often taught to look at ourselves as a puzzle, rather than a gift to be real.

Surprisingly, we often end up surrounded by miserable people.

We are often taught to seek death as a way of eluding life, rather than enhancing joy.

We are often taught to seek birth as a way of explaining life, rather than enhancing love.

We are often taught to seek ourselves as a way of analysing life, rather than enhancing presence.

Surprisingly, we often end up asking to be surrounded by dead-beats.

We are often taught to experience death as a negative event, rather than a liberation.

We are often taught to experience birth as a positive event, rather than a cycle-boost.

We are often taught to experience ourselves as an event to be reported on, rather than an on-going natural cycle.

Surprisingly, we often end up demanding controls that disempower.

Imagine all of the nonsense has blown away like leaves on an autumn tree.

Imagine all the hounding has grown away like children leaving a nest.

Imagine all the hassle has gone away like pests that follow a tune.

Imagine all of the teaching from ill people has been replaced by owl academy with welfare in mind.

Imagine all of the itching from bugged people has been replaced by a down duvet with rose essence infused.

Imagine all of the bitching from unsettled people has been replaced by a crown with gold-belly radiation.

Imagine no one has that needy needle that makes them dangerous to themselves.

Imagine no one has that greedy grain that makes them dangerous to others.

Imagine no one has that non-gyroscopic way that makes them crave ill will.