The more the reality of death gets closer, the more at ease I am with it. My mother used to say that "death was a part of llfe." Probably a more accessible, practical version of "Momento Mori," I believe. And in the end, death is unavoidable, so maybe we should stop fearing it and see it as the next or final chapter, whichever way our beliefs take us.
I love to hear this. I feel like due to the amount of pain and number of close calls I've carried or encountered, I've had a taste of the same. Nothing to be taken for granted. Thanks, David.
Jen- I generally disregard writing prompts, but in the spirit of AYTL I couldn't ignore this one.
Equilibrium
Death doesn’t always wear a cloak.
This morning she sits in sartorial comfort,
cross-leggedly mindful in her lululemon bodysuit,
fit as a ninja under the backyard ficus,
its wide fiddle leaves billow in the breeze. She taunts,
like the promise of our first puppy love, our fear of missing out.
Death steals the playtime of childhood, cuckolds me
while kidnapping everyone I love, forever. She’s jealous
of her twin, Birth, the fountain that springs life. Death vows
destruction of all. She recalls
the pause before time explodes in infinite suns. Death wonders,
will the work ever be complete. For every life she captures, more
approach, Hydra-like. Flesh rots and composts
and balances life with renewal.
"cross-leggedly mindful in her lululemon bodysuit" LOVE this, Jim. It's fantastic in a hundred ways.
The more the reality of death gets closer, the more at ease I am with it. My mother used to say that "death was a part of llfe." Probably a more accessible, practical version of "Momento Mori," I believe. And in the end, death is unavoidable, so maybe we should stop fearing it and see it as the next or final chapter, whichever way our beliefs take us.
I love to hear this. I feel like due to the amount of pain and number of close calls I've carried or encountered, I've had a taste of the same. Nothing to be taken for granted. Thanks, David.