I have held the hand of a few people passing through their physical body to the other side of life. It is a strange but very beautiful feeling. Our root chakra, scarlet in color, is the chakra that symbolizes strength of life force energy. The second chakra is orange in color. I am thinking that when we die, they are the last two colors to leave our human form, and therfore, maybe the first two we follow as we make the final steps on to greet the next stage of life. We think that death is at the end of our lives, but truly, death happens all of our lives. Every moment we live, we are also dying. Every awakening followed by a slumber, for every door we close, another opens. That is what this poem is about.
