Antidotes to Fear of Death
Sometimes as an antidote
To fear of death,
I eat the stars.
Those nights, lying on my back,
I suck them from the quenching dark
Til they are all, all inside me,
Pepper hot and sharp.
Sometimes, instead, I stir myself
Into a universe still young,
Still warm as blood:
No outer space, just space,
The light of all the not yet stars
Drifting like a bright mist,
And all of us, and everything
Already there
But unconstrained by form.
And sometime it’s enough
To lie down here on earth
Beside our long ancestral bones:
To walk across the cobble fields
Of our discarded skulls,
Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis,
Thinking: whatever left these husks
Flew off on bright wings.
Rebecca Anne Wood Elson (2 January 1960 – 19 May 1999[1]) was a Canadian–American astronomer and writer.
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5 Past Reflections
On Nov 27, 2022 Trey Kilburn wrote:
So true Duke wistrash is shameless he should learn from ml look how he gave them privacy and not listening to their conversation even though I noticed his a bit jealous and also atleast ml like to consider the feelings of Fl unlike someone (You know what I mean)and his also not very controlling like duke wistrash
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On Aug 25, 2022 Dr.Cajetan Coelho wrote:
Mahatma Gandhi would say - Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn. “Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace” – Oscar Wilde
On Aug 15, 2022 Clare Kelsey wrote:
Beautiful. Evocative. Courageous. Dance...to Infinity.
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