Saturday, February 05, 2011

grey


from time to time,
we'll die,
die right down there,
in a shirt and tie,
die so dead,
we'll be too dead to cry,

then we'll slip into the Bardo

we will fight devils,
wrestle with angels,
meet the Great Faker,
brother of the son of the Maker,

in a blink of an eye,
we will be here again,
we will have come alive,
back to breathe the air,
and watch birds fly,
into the grey sky.




5 comments:

Fisheye Lens said...

Stimulating post, HP. Some serious riddles in there that have me struggling for clarity.

Winnebago Man named his dog Buddha. Just sayin'.

Old Ollie said...

freaky dark vibe

A new myth?

Juice Box said...

Despite the bleak images and desolate story they tell, there's an oddly bright gleam of light near the end-- it makes me want to read it again and again.

Anonymous said...

great cluster of words, ad-rock. sucker MC's should call you 'sire'.
-mdog

ledaharlowe said...

Great images and aphorisms. I enjoyed reading this.