The Big Taboo

THE BIG TABOO

The thought you put to the back of your head
The four letter word as in - DEAD
The biggest taboo, the ending of YOU
The life the time that swiftly flew
The no more numero uno scenario
The letting go of ones own shadow
The minds release from this world of stress
The incomphrehensible nothingness
The leaves falling down from the trees
The torn bin liner gone on the breeze
The void between the sequined stars
The fuel used up in gridlocked cars
The vapor trail that melts into sky
The good times long, - long since gone by
The tears of grief all wiped away
The clouds consumed by the heat of day
The snow that disappears from hills
The empty bottle of amphetamine pills
The statue of jesus in a barren room
The dust lying still by a broken broom
The sun bleached photo on the window sill
The shattered cup that no one can fill
The no choice no win settled situation
The plug pulled from the mainframe of creation
The exit gate from lifes crazy theme park
The one small step into the eternal dark
The final curtain on lifes glorious stage
The two fingered salute to decrepit old age
The slipping grip, the final slip
The total one way relaxation trip
The end of worries, fears and illness
The end of pain the perfect stillness
The end of madness insane violence
The state of unbeing in tune with the silence
The fading name on a weathered tombstone
That name that soon will be gone, unknown
The no more clinging to lifes magic tragic cliff
Absorbed by time we become -
- just one more anonymous stiff
DEATH

This poem was written shortly after a bereavement within the family and does not reflect how I feel about death now, it was merely a way to exorcise the demons that we sometimes repress, or fail to address, so it is basically just a mixture of anger and "ok you death thing lets get you out into the open ", it is not meant to be purely negative it has a positive side too, anyway it sure helped me at that particular time - nuff said :)

Dimensions are limitless. Conditions are not invariable and terms are not final. Thus the wise man looks into space, and does not regard the small as too little, nor the great as too much, for he knows that there is no limit to dimension. He looks back into the past, and does not grieve over what is far off, nor rejoice over what is near, for he knows that time is without end.
He investigates fullness and decay, and does not rejoice if he succeeds nor lament if he fails, for he knows that conditions are not invariable. He who clearly apprehends the scheme of existence does not rejoice over life, nor repine at death, for he knows that the terms are not final.
- CHUANG TSU 400B.C

All birth ends in death
All creation ends in dissolution
All accumulation ends in dispersion
All that appears real is transitory
Come
Drink the elixir of fearlessness!!

NAGARJUNA

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