The Death Meditation that Blew Buddha’s Socks Off

Rand Grey
Rand Grey
Oct 19 · 1 min read

“Of all footprints, that of the elephant is supreme. Similarly, of all mindfulness meditations, that on death is supreme.” - Gautama Buddha

A Death Meditation

Death the final frontier
Will the Universe hear
Me fall in the woods
Leave behind my goods

Mix my dust with the sand
End my personal brand
Built up through toil
And bits of tin foil

My days are numbered
And pass like grass
Poison ivy wipes my ass
Wicked people slowly pass

Wondering if he
Passing eighty-three
Was the next Bob Dylan
Aided by penicillin

Enough of me
And endless eternity!
Think of Death
Laughing at MacBeth!

Imagine a shoe
Caught in a tree
Faded and free
But entirely useless

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

Rand Grey

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Rand Grey

Just one of many fans of Charles Dickens.

No Crime in Rhymin’

poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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