I beg to differ with Eckhart

"Death enters your life as the awareness of your own

mortality. When you see and accept the impermanent nature

of all life forms, a sense of peace comes upon you," says

Eckhart Tolle. But what if when death enters your life, you

find restlessness instead of peace? You accept but regret the

impermanent nature of all life forms? You see the

cataclysmic catastrophe of pretense over presence and

absurd attentiveness to petty dispatches of civilized nonsense

in the on and off flicker on the butts of fireflies meandering

over an empty lot of flattened dandelions, making more

sense than neon signs, Congressional reports and the latest

development in tartar control for quadrupeds? You knew you

were mortal but death enters your life fidgeting and

spattering absurdity all over your nice tidy tedium. Restless

whimsy replaces peace.

Gone Missin'

For all the lost things that had a home

and somehow took a notion to roam

I wish you hope and I wish you well.

To my errant pen, my favorite mug,

that pack of lifesavers under the rug,

and the all the things the dog would find

—the little things that were left behind—

like time to pause and share a hug

or talk without devices that use a plug,

To all the real words left unsaid

when we thought a flash of text would do instead,

and all the hurt and joy and folly,

I wish we could find them again by golly.