The Dying Misnamed

Does it not become obvious
In five seconds
That what we call living
Is a misnomer

And what’s actually —
Really happening —
Is not living at all
But dying

Is it not screamingly obvious
That anyone born —
And supposedly living
Is never undergoing the process
Called living

But always going through
The process
Called dying

What becomes of living then
If anyone and everyone
Is only ever
Dying

Must not living — if there is living —
And there must be, since all the supposed living is dying —
Refer to that
Which is
Living

The Living —
In which, through which
Only dying
Can ever be witnessed

Correctly viewed then
We — as we take ourselves to be —
Are not living at all, but dying
In — as matter of necessity —
The Living
That is what we actually are

Must it not follow then
That births and deaths —
And our dying, mistakenly called living —
Are themselves misapprehensions
Of appearances

For we —
Who appear to be dying —
Are The Living
Which can neither live nor die
Neither be born nor perish