Come forward,
You,
Whom I dread;
/
Look into my eyes
At the
Reflection of yourself;
/
Come closer,
And watch your reflection
Become my eyes;
/
Let your anger and hatred
Embrace me;
Strangle me with your spite;
/
But then,
When my breathing
Grows weaker,
/
Remember that,
As I fall,
My eyes closing meekly,
/
You, too,
Can no longer
Stand;
/
You are
No enemy
To me
/
I am
Not alien
To you
Quite a challenge you present here within these lines.
I think this poem is about anger, and the practice of mindfulness as a way of dealing with internal/external ‘enemies’. As always, thank you for stopping by to read!
I’ve always felt in part that when I die so does the universe.
It may be that the ‘universe’ such as I perceived it during my lifetime does indeed die with me.
Thanks for your comment, Carl!