On this night I did notice my breath
And with each I grew closer to death
Holding it didn’t work
I exhaled with a jerk
I’ve no choice but enjoy what is left
-a.r.
Painting: Mung, the God of Death by Sidney H. Sime
~ by April on October 26, 2015.
Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Meditation, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Breath, Death, Expiration, Impermanence, Life, meditation, Poety
ohh creepy!
Perfect season for it, don’t you think? 🙂 Thanks for reading.
Then do so
I am. 😌
Sweet April