Death speaks and you shudder; but you're still listening.
Death whispers, and your neck hair straightens.
Life happens, so full, yet you're bored!
Still, death holds dark fascination.
Why? But for fear, you still approach,
neck hair still, rigid, and you move yet closer.
Life beckons behind you, has always been with you;
yet death drops while you heed no notice.
Humor sits in a corner, eyes riveted on you.
You make no notice of your own unconscious dismissal.
You smile, seemingly arm in arm with life;
yet you walk in death, fascinated, without life.
Your legs stalks, your eyes windows unseeing.
No more hackles, no more stiffening of muscles.
As death became your friend, life stood weeping.
Someone plays single notes on a piano, just for you.
But only in requiem, one you will never hear.
Time to weep for the lost, who would not find,
not knowing that all their life, they were alone, within,
while life yet weeps, and death, still, awaits . . .
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, May 25, 2007
Death waits . . .
I have many facets, but I’m NOT here to help the world. - “The world” couldn’t care less from all I’ve seen these seventy+ years here on THIS planet in the backwater of our galaxy! - They ONLY want to be entertained and/or paid attention to, and that’s simply not going to happen with me. - I am exclusively here to help seekers, those who have received the love for the truth and nothing less! - Go within, or go withOUT, in EVERY sense of that phrase! - It’s not about money, ego or even perception (Aldous Huxley’s “Doors of Perception” notwithstanding). - Believe me, I know! - Don’t be an insect like most I see who are caught in the •amber• of perception, not knowing that all that’s worth finding is far beyond, deep, deep within, way beyond emotion & thought! - It’s NOT an hard place to find…, not the Rabbit Hole Deeper I found when I was seventeen after six years of serious meditation, imagination & ego both hogtied & gagged in the backseat… - *selah* - My latest poetry/posts are here http://bloggetry.net/BlogSpot/ where I pull NO punches. - Don your deep-water waders…, eh? #smh
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