On Living and Dying Day 27 by Anuradha Prasad

Posted: September 7, 2016 in Uncategorized

A few thoughts on life and death on Sreejit Poole’s The Seeker’s Dungeon…

The Seeker's Dungeon

Death, she smells of sweet roses

by Anuradha Prasad of Zennfish

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A faint smell of stale flowers and mildew scented the air. There is silence. This is the silence of ends, of thousands of finalities. It is not simply the death of bodies but the death of time and of identities as we know them.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016 © Anuradha Prasad, 2016

Life, living energy, cannot be buried, burned, incinerated. It is only in death that we witness the separation of fact and fiction, of truth and illusion.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016 © Anuradha Prasad, 2016

A thought bloomed: you are ours as we are yours. I turn it over and over, this gift of a koan that will dissipate the day i breathe my last. It’ll then be my turn to say when you ask, you are ours as we are yours.

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