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Thursday, February 15, 2018
when my cat woke me
now when my
cat woke
me out of
first dream
with my
suitcase
thundering down
the stairs
i woke to
the words
i kept near
and inside
throughout
today
driving in
trance
they are
not for me
but for you
and for you.
do not wail
at my grave
when i will
be dead
be silent
with my release
and know
this:
you have
only now.
live with
what you have
in grace
and try to
be kind.
this is
simple.
no rites of
sacrifice,
no exercise
in suffering-
you will
suffer anyway,
also with
this, do it
in grace.
when you
are near my ashes
you can let
memories come,
you can let
them go
and stay
silent with me.
you may
cry, you may laugh,
you can
smile but do not think.
please let
no priest come to
forgive
what you and i must forgive.
please no
monologues
dripping
euphemisms
nor too
much sadness,
why, i will
not be sad.
please no
psychologists, analysis
makes you
turn into pillars
of salt, you turn back
to stay in
the past.
please no
philosophy
nor
speculations on karma:
even for my
urn
it will be
too heavy
and i
cannot carry
opinions
and not even
tears where i will be,
in the
waste land
where all comes and goes
and where the seeds grow
for flowers
you cannot yet see
i do not
search for heaven
nor
nirvana, i will be light
released
into the sea
of all our
life and death.
i will
listen closely,
closer than
your ears
i will be
there
and if i
can i will smile.
do not
explain death.
to live and
to die
is your
only way.
may you find
peace.
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