To my former self.: I died today .I could not continue It happened in St Margaret’s nursing home Old age ,rules my grace rotted thru and thru I practiced void mind meditation too Death was painless .No need to reincarnate My mind void like space like a hawk -I fly To my old life and its problems good bye.
To the living .:practice void meditation Identify your mind with voidness Then your karma free of devastation Upon death you are free Free of humanity’s state stupidity
Old age homes liberty stunted I speak Life force ****** out of you as leech ***** blood Live well be healthy nature trekking-good Connect with all life but be unique Else you will lose what you are-become weak
“Write a poem in which you speak after your own death. Imagine what death looks and feels like, what your emotions are. What advice can you give to the living?”
— The Poet's Companion: A Guide to the Pleasures of Writing Poetry by Kim Addonizio, Dorianne Laux https://a.co/5ZSZ7Al