THE FIGHT
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
Birth, old age,
ReplyDeleteSickness, 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