November 26, 2011

Enter Death (II)

Orpheus and Eurydice

When you died, there broke across the stage,
through the gash your leaving made,
a shaft of reality: green of real green,
real sunlight, real trees.

Still we keep acting: fearful and solemn,
reciting our script, taking on gestures.
But you, who have been withdrawn from us,
subtracted from our very being,

now and again you overcome us,
showing us the reality we glimpsed,
so that for a while, jolted back, we are life
with no thought of applause.

New Poems


  1. Who among us would not like to be be so liberated from our conditioning that we could actually be fully engaged in "life with no thought of applause." Death of the ego is not a death to be feared.

  2. Brilliant. Green of real green but still we keep acting until jolted back--


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!