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
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