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A Poem on Death and Dying
To write about death, one must first define death.
Is death simply when we stop breathing or is it in fact when we stop living.
I would like to acknowledge that I have experienced my own death, I do not mean an out-of-body experience, but more so, I mean an out-of-state of mind experience. Not being present is death for me.
I have died, and I have been born, not only 44 years ago, but time after time with each sunset whose fire puts ablaze each and every strand of hair on each and every creature in the sea.
Death from the eyes of the person who is dying
Since the moment I came to this world, I knew there had to be a time that I would go.
For some around me, this has been a slow death, one breath by one breath as each cigarette was lit and each ash was dropped to the ground.
For others it has been a long death of being alone wit out a soul to call upon on their death-bed and to their side when it is time for washing the body of its sins to put into the ground.
There is the sudden death, in a car accident, or just a call, as if one’s time had come and one had to answer the call. A heart attack, a stroke and no good byes.
This may be the hardest for those around, but indeed it is the easiest way out of the cage and into flight.
So as the dying person might think or want to say to those around, please do not hold on to my being for I am ready for flight. Sit with me, but do not hold me.
Hold my hand, but do not try to hold the life that is ready to depart.
Just sit with me. Can you just sit with me.
Thank you
Death from the eyes of the person who is sitting next to the dying
Why are you going so early, it is not time yet. But I guess it is never time, you have suffered long days and nights and i should be happy for your flight.
I ask you one thing and only one thing, please come to my dream once and tell me of your where abouts.
I guess I want to know where I am heading. Is it as peaceful as they say, or is it as hot in hell as is depicted in the holy books.
I will remain next to you, do not fear, I will miss you, but I will release you.
Death from point of view of the Universe
I knew 22 years ago, when you were born that today was the day of return
I knew 44 years ago, when you were born that today was the day of return
I knew 88 years ago, when you were born that today was the day of return
Ashes to ashes dust to dust. With each birth the cycle flows and with each death the cycle continues to flow. The ebb and flow of the beauty of life and death.
In speaking of life and death, it is not as if I have forgotten about suicide and homicide, but indeed, I have not much to say about taking a life, may it be your own or other’s lives. I would just say, I hope in such a state, may a person just stop for a minute and consider a grin on a child’s face or a wrinkle on an old man’s face and then take a breath and take another breath and know that the next one after that is a gift and nothing but a gift.
Illustrations by Adora @AdoraArt
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