Death Poems from the recent ‘Art of Dying’ Retreat
On behalf of the survivors of our recent retreat I proudly present our compilation (by no means complete) of poems written and performed on the final day.
love Jez
Life and death
“Like the foot before and the foot behind in walking.”
An image floats before me; a two headed Janus
A coin spinning, like a life lived,
A precarious balance of cause and effect.
Returning as it must, to the Great Reality, to eventually stop.
Coming to rest in the eternal flow of all things.
Death
Ever present, I know you well,
Do you know me?
Of course you’ve taken from my life so far
And given in equal amounts
With faceless visitations
With no vexation nor malice
Without you what would be prized or of value?
Instead a meaningless sequence of perpetual happenings….