POETRY
Chant for Death Chant for life
Free Verse Poetry
In the home Monks are chanting,
Closed environment
Words reverberate
No escape.
Words of Sanskrit mingles
With incense to penetrate
My subconscious mind
Taking me to a place unfamiliar.
Lotus position for those
Supple of body,
No easy task on stiffened legs,
Hard upon stone-like ankles.
Monks cast water blessings,
Circle touching, lightly,
Responsive chanting.
Humble the moment
Humble the experience.
Prayers in offering
A day of respect,
Time to give gladly
Honouring those who
Have gone before us.
Celebration, cremation,
To the universe returned.
Maybe to come back
As holy lotus flowers.
Thank you for reading. J.
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the desire to write
that thoughts acquire speed, the mind acquires words,
words become Poetry. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
Frank Herbert and Me.
Thank you for your support and for giving my words a platform Martin Rushton
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