Monday, April 26, 2010

Day 16: Death


Death teases me
With dreams of peace and rest
As I lie sleepless in the night.

Death kisses me
And whispers "No more pain,
And I'll make everything all right."

Death lies to me
And tells me "No one cares,
No one will miss you if you go."

Death's hold on me
Is like a constant fight,
And how it ends I just don't know.

Caren E. Salas

1 comment:

  1. Birth, old age,
    Sickness, and death:
    From the beginning,
    This is the way
    Things have always been.
    Any thought
    Of release from this life
    Will wrap you only more tightly
    In its snares.
    The sleeping person
    Looks for a Buddha,
    The troubled person
    Turns toward meditation.
    But the one who knows
    That there’s nothing to seek
    Knows too that there’s nothing to say.
    She keeps her mouth closed.
    -Ngoc Kieu