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Death Poems

Post by clyde » Sat Jan 19, 2019 3:40 am

It’s a Zen tradition to write a “death poem”. And since one never knows when death will come, one writes a death poem and may re-write it. Here’s my current death poem:
Death Poem


Harvested . . .
while still cultivating;
Thank you.


Thank you. This life,

amazing and beautiful,
heart-breaking and poignant,
scary and wonderful,

has been breath-taking ☺



clyde
July 2015
“Enlightenment means to see what harm you are involved in and to renounce it.” David Brazier, The New Buddhism

“The most straightforward advice on awakening enlightened mind is this: practice not causing harm to anyone—yourself or others—and every day, do what you can to be helpful.” Pema Chodron, “What to Do When the Going Gets Rough”

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Kaya » Sat Jan 19, 2019 1:15 pm

Holding back the night
with its increasing brilliance
the summer moon
--Tsukioka Yoshitori


Since I was born
I have to die,
and so ...
--Kisei


Death poems
are mere delusion -
death is death
--Toko

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Re: Death Poems

Post by lindama » Sat Jan 19, 2019 2:02 pm

Crazy Jane Talks With The Bishop

 I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul sty.'

'Fair and foul are near of kin,
And fair needs foul,' I cried.
'My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart's pride.

'A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent;
But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent.'

William Butler Yeats

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Kaya » Sat Jan 19, 2019 4:13 pm

Here lies Malcolm Lowry, late of the Bowery, whose prose was flowery, and often glowery. He lived nightly, drank daily, and died playing the ukulele.
--Malcolm Lowry

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Re: Death Poems

Post by loves' the unjust » Sat Jan 19, 2019 5:02 pm

Kaya wrote:
Sat Jan 19, 2019 4:13 pm
Here lies Malcolm Lowry, late of the Bowery, whose prose was flowery, and often glowery. He lived nightly, drank daily, and died playing the ukulele.
--Malcolm Lowry
very beautiful, like
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Re: Death Poems

Post by fuki » Sat Jan 19, 2019 10:09 pm

I wrote my first and only death poem when around the age of 16, only my mom has read it,
in a way it will be her death poem or the poem of all that ever was, is, and will be, it's silly though since there's no such thing as death,
hence the poem I wrote was for those who're "left behind" and take this or their own virtual personality as something seperate or outside of what they imagine to be, so all poems are basically for that/those, not ourselfs (apart from some zen-narcissism), hard to write such a thing without fingers, so it's a poem for the living to remind that what's alive cannot die, only that which imagines to been born, and says "mine and thine life" and that indeed when it dies - dies forgood, for it only existed in one's imagination to begin with (which was the context of the poem too, and ofcourse do no harm, also in relation to that what disappears in your belly from day to day)
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Re: Death Poems

Post by michaeljc » Sun Jan 20, 2019 8:02 am

I formulated mine decades back:

When I go
- know
the twisted road, I rode
to no avail
Ha!

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Re: Death Poems

Post by desert_woodworker » Mon Jan 21, 2019 9:55 pm

"Next time
please believe me
when I say
I'm not feeling well!"

:lol:

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Re: Death Poems

Post by desert_woodworker » Mon Jan 21, 2019 10:02 pm

"Mastercard and Visa
Are still looking
for the payments I missed."

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Mason » Thu Jan 24, 2019 11:46 pm

"But they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and went rigid, and began to tremble with a massive inner dynamism. Nobody present had ever seen anyone stand so still and yet so strangely mobile. He laid his head back until his scalp contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the auditorium like a wind coming from all four directions, low and terrifying, rumbling up from the ground beneath the floor, and it gathered into a roar that sucked at the hearing itself, and coalesced into a voice that penetrated into the sinuses and finally into the very minds of those hearing it, taking itself higher and higher, more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship's horn, the locomotive's lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moan-music of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever."

- from Train Dreams by Denis Johnson
"The Way needs no cultivation, just do not defile. What is defilement? When with a mind of birth and death one acts in a contrived way, then everything is a defilement. If one wants to know the Way directly: Ordinary Mind is the Way!"

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Kaya » Sat Jan 26, 2019 3:40 pm

Mason wrote:
Thu Jan 24, 2019 11:46 pm
"But they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and went rigid, and began to tremble with a massive inner dynamism. Nobody present had ever seen anyone stand so still and yet so strangely mobile. He laid his head back until his scalp contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the auditorium like a wind coming from all four directions, low and terrifying, rumbling up from the ground beneath the floor, and it gathered into a roar that sucked at the hearing itself, and coalesced into a voice that penetrated into the sinuses and finally into the very minds of those hearing it, taking itself higher and higher, more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship's horn, the locomotive's lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moan-music of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever."

- from Train Dreams by Denis Johnson

With words like "inner dynamism" or "awful and beautiful", is this not also a 'poem' of life before "it all went black"?

I read that the author was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for this work. Being novella-length evidently worked against him, but the judges deadlocked on all three nominees so nobody won that year.

May I ask, when did you first read it?

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Re: Death Poems

Post by KeithA » Sat Jan 26, 2019 5:03 pm

Five streams become one
Round and round, fifty one years
One stream, five again


I will have to adjust for each year of life. Lol!

_/|\_
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Re: Death Poems

Post by Mason » Sat Jan 26, 2019 7:24 pm

Real or not real?
Of course, suffering is
real, but what else?

Real, but it hurts.
Therefore, balance.

Balance until IAG
All good, bliss.

-Mason (with some help from our non-dwelling Guo Gu.) . (and Joe as usual.)
"The Way needs no cultivation, just do not defile. What is defilement? When with a mind of birth and death one acts in a contrived way, then everything is a defilement. If one wants to know the Way directly: Ordinary Mind is the Way!"

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Mason » Sat Jan 26, 2019 7:26 pm

Kaya wrote:
Sat Jan 26, 2019 3:40 pm
Mason wrote:
Thu Jan 24, 2019 11:46 pm
... more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship's horn, the locomotive's lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moan-music of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever."

With words like "inner dynamism" or "awful and beautiful", is this not also a 'poem' of life before "it all went black"?

I read that the author was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize for this work. Being novella-length evidently worked against him, but the judges deadlocked on all three nominees so nobody won that year.

May I ask, when did you first read it?
A few months ago. Had to visit my step-mom in the hospital today. She should be an angel by now, so not too much to worry about (lie.)
"The Way needs no cultivation, just do not defile. What is defilement? When with a mind of birth and death one acts in a contrived way, then everything is a defilement. If one wants to know the Way directly: Ordinary Mind is the Way!"

- Record of Ma-tsu

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Mason » Sat Jan 26, 2019 7:29 pm

I'm tired
of writing
haiku . . .

Such dark
memories
of the night

gifts come
to those
who wait.
"The Way needs no cultivation, just do not defile. What is defilement? When with a mind of birth and death one acts in a contrived way, then everything is a defilement. If one wants to know the Way directly: Ordinary Mind is the Way!"

- Record of Ma-tsu

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Mason » Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:19 am

Just talked to my step-mom. My dad's prognosis is: "If it weren't for the pain, it wouldn't be a problem." Kind of morbid but also kind of easeful.
"The Way needs no cultivation, just do not defile. What is defilement? When with a mind of birth and death one acts in a contrived way, then everything is a defilement. If one wants to know the Way directly: Ordinary Mind is the Way!"

- Record of Ma-tsu

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Kaya » Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:20 am

We are with you

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Mason » Sun Jan 27, 2019 11:09 pm

It's all about you.
You, You, you.
And then - it isn't.

BTW - seems like my step-mom is doing fine, just some pneumonia.
"The Way needs no cultivation, just do not defile. What is defilement? When with a mind of birth and death one acts in a contrived way, then everything is a defilement. If one wants to know the Way directly: Ordinary Mind is the Way!"

- Record of Ma-tsu

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Re: Death Poems

Post by Mason » Sun Jan 27, 2019 11:11 pm

Kaya wrote:
Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:20 am
We are with you
Thanks for your support, friend. :111:
"The Way needs no cultivation, just do not defile. What is defilement? When with a mind of birth and death one acts in a contrived way, then everything is a defilement. If one wants to know the Way directly: Ordinary Mind is the Way!"

- Record of Ma-tsu

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Re: Death Poems

Post by fuki » Mon Jan 28, 2019 10:16 pm

Mason wrote:
Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:19 am
Just talked to my step-mom. My dad's prognosis is: "If it weren't for the pain, it wouldn't be a problem." Kind of morbid but also kind of easeful.
That's "good" right, I mean pain is ineviatble, where there is consciousness there is the alternation between pain and pleasure, but suffering/dukkha is a mental thingy, meaning resisting whatever is or hoping that it will be otherwise, so no one enjoys pain but it sounds to me that if "only" the pain is the problem he's in a relatively "good" place if you catch my dift, nothing lasts forever, the pain will go. But I never hear people saying "if it weren't for the pleasure, it wouldn't be a problem" So nothing morbid to me, sounds like a healthy comment.
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