Thursday 3 October 2013

My thoughts.....,

I have been quiet the last few weeks.
I have been contemplating my own mortality, my own impending demise.
This probably won't happen for another thirty years or so, but when we reach a certain age this thinking process can become a magnificent obsession.
As I am in my seventieth year this topic becomes important.

My thought have turned to writing a Death poem.

A Death poem is usually written after one passes away.

The poem is read as part of a eulogy at a funeral or placed in a newspaper telling of the persons life.

Should a famous person die then the poem can become quite flowery and pretentious. The more humble the person, the fewer words are written.
A famous humble comedian wrote
"I told you I was sick"
as his poem on his headstone.

There is a thought that everyone should write a Death poem whilst they are alive.
A poem that somehow sums up a life.
The easing into the next phase of life, somehow making one feel less fearful.

"Yes Death,
Peacefully, Quietly,
I touch you,
Only to find..."

This life leads to this?
Someone once said
"Is this all there is?"
Quite obviously, it is,
"all there is."
Nothing else.

So why the fear?
Why the kicking and screaming that goes on?
Must one face the next part of the journey in mortal trepidation?

What will happen to us?
Will we return as a slug?
Questions of a misspent life, a life unfulfilled, or just questions of a fearful person.

These questions and more, are voiced by those, who have not yet realized the beauty of our existence.

We have this amazing, wonderful life,
so graciously given by loved ones, that all too soon quickly leave.
Most complain that love ones past too early,
or that they had a hard life with no luck.

Death should have chosen someone else.

So the decision to write a poem seems to smooth our agitation regarding death.

Once the mind accepts the fact that we must pass, then the fear of death seems to disappear.
It is the acceptance that death is another part of life that is so difficult.
It's all so final, there is no more?
I am not so sure that there is "no more."
It is the adventure of being not so sure about re-birth and coming back that makes death so special.
My suggestion to all that have any fear of the future is to write down that feeling of fear through a Death poem.

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With love