Finally, as my name suggests, I move towards my original intent of this blog. I have been reading Design for Dying by Timothy Leary. His book inspired me to begin this in earnest. For those few of you who have read my past blogs, this new stance will be a near complete departure from my rants about government. I will still include that from time to time, but mostly I will be dedicating this space to what I have learned about Death, its various forms and facets, the fear thereof, and why it should not be feared, but greeted with hope and love.
There was a night in my life when a Friend gave me over to Death; allowing me to do what I had to do, knowing that I might not come back from my Journey. He understood the importance of the Journey and the gift he gave was the most profound gift in my life.
It is because of that moment that I wish to share my thoughts with you. They might be infrequent, but they will appear. I sincerely hope I can help you understand Death as I have come to know it and accept it for what it is: A Natural Evolutionary Part of Life.
As such, here is a poem to begin this part of the Journey.
Death, pt. 1 or The Winter of My Contentment
gray as aging, the year dies
as all those I've travelled.
snow-white mounds, frozen barren branches
bend, weighted of fresh fallen
snowflaking from clouds, low and
soft, as flesh underfoot.
the final few leaves cling,
desparate as ghosts.
their gift: encouragement that in
the end lives a promise of renewal.
eternal cycles of contractions and expulsions.
I lay, slain by birth on my grave.
thane boden © 2002
9:20:37 PM 
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