I have been on a kick, collecting poems about Death, not morbidly, but with a feverish yearning to learn how I can live each moment of every day with more fire in my gut and under my butt.
I fear that if I don’t do this, I will sloth around, wasting time, lamenting and whining like Arjuna before Krishna.
I’ve been through a few losses, small losses. Small as they are (in the sense that no one died a biological death), I feel the intensity of the emotion in my physical body.
It’s as if I’ve been thrown in playpen full of baby tigers and elephants, and even though we’re having fun (and they’re so cute), these animals don’t know how big and powerful they are, so things ache a little when we play around.
One night while going over old podcasts I’ve been procrastinating on, I found a couple nice Rilke poems/quotes.
“The great secret of death, and perhaps its deepest connection with us, is this: that, in taking from us a being we have loved and venerated,
death does not wound us without, at the same time, lifting us toward a more perfect understanding of this being and of ourselves.”
– From A Wild Love For The World, a conversation with Joanna Macy on On Being.
A few happy clicks and reads later (woohoo, the Internets!), I found Sonnets to Orpheus, and how I love the image of singing while climbing, a ringing glass that “shatters as it rings”. It reminds me of Leonard Cohen’s Anthem, “Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
And whoa, I’ve never thought that I live “among the disappearing”, but hell, that’s what we are, transients.
Sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XIII
Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,
like winter, which even now is passing.
For beneath the winter is a winter so endless
that to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart.
Be forever dead in Eurydice,
and climb back singing.
Climb praising as you return to connection.
Here among the disappearing, in the realm of the transient,
be a ringing glass that shatters as it rings.
Be. And, at the same time, know what it is not to be.
That emptiness inside you allows you to vibrate in resonance with your world. Use it for once.
To all that has run its course,
and to the vast unsayable numbers of beings abounding in Nature,
add yourself gladly, and
cancel the cost.