ABOUT DEATH POEMS

Several years ago
a friend
introduced me to
a book of
death poems.

I read them.
I read every poem
in the book.

Very few
really
spoke to me;
some were gross,
some were funny,
some were downright
dark and dreary.

A few were profound,
personal, meaningful
and even enlightening.

Most reflected our
cultural denial of death,
or Edgar Allen Poe’s
poetic orgy in the pit.

I have found
writing death poems
to be rather meaningful.

After all,
dying is totally universal
and quite personal
at the same time.

No one gets
to experience
the inside view
of another’s passing.

You may sit near by,
hold my hand,
listen to my breathing,
and my final breath.
You may close my
eyes for the final time
but my moment of death
is mine to experience
and to cherish.

I alone shall
traverse
my bardo of becoming.

While you tend
my death certificate
and memorial service
and put my ashes
in their assigned places,

While you go on
with your life,
paying your bills
and driving to work

my soul
will have been
born again
past the mystery of time
and space

into Something
and Somewhere
beyond
faith and imagination,
beyond hopes and fears,
beyond all opposites.

I do have a fantasy
about it all.
I fantasize being released
into all time and all space,
no longer a drop of water
finding its way towards
the Ocean
that I now have become.

June 15, 2017
Wauconda
Hal Edwards

THE DAY I DIE or A Sweet Time to Go

THE DAY I DIE

or

A Sweet Time to Go

Like sitting by the

open window

on a warm Spring day;

Like sipping my

most delicious

homemade

early morning

mocha;

Like hearing the

caw-caw-cawing

of distant crow calls

and the pungent

aroma of lilacs;

I offer my final

conscious

breath.

I bid goodbye to

this lifetime;

I thank all

the memories

and melodies,

messes and

messages

accrued

during

my short visit.

I inhale it all,

I exhale it all.

Stillness and peace

cloak me

in Divine Love.

One final

breath away.

HLE- 5/23/15

Wauconda

WHEN I THINK ABOUT DYING….

WHEN I THINK ABOUT DYING….

 

Every morning

I get up

Mostly around 7,

Pee and weigh,

Heat up the water

For my coffee,

Walk outside

In my pajamas

And pick up

The Herald

And NY Times.

 

As I read

The local and

International

Good and mostly bad

News

I find myself

embracing

and growing

in compassion,

suffering and celebrating

with all of us,

whatever side

or opinion

or violent

or heroic

situation.

 

I often fantasize

That today may

bestow

My final hour,

And I open myself

With gratitude

To the inevitability

Of life

And

Death.

 

When I think about

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NATURE’S WISDOM IN HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS

NATURE’S WISDOM IN HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS

EYES THAT SEE COLOR

              Camille Flammarion, L’Atmosphere: Météorologie Populaire (Paris, 1888) 

What is our

obsessive fear

of dying and death

revealing about

our perspective of

life?

 

Nature’s

Way

deserves our

response.

Nature’s wisdom

affirms birth

and life,

and death.

Every particle

and DNA imprint

point to the

remarkably foreseeable

cycles of

birth and death.

Let us cure cancer.

Let us cure

whatever kills us;

let us extend the

perimeters of

physical life

and see what we

come up with.

Whatever we do

to avoid the

inevitability of

impermanence,

whatever we accomplish

to extend ourselves

beyond the natural

course of Nature,

will reap

the best and worst

that we can imagine.

While we live longer,

we may at the same time

create demands beyond

our present

capacity

to sustain the balance.

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