i just spent the weekend in a michael harner workshop called, ‘dying and beyond’. it prompted me to write the free verse sonnet below. the timing has incredible synchronicity (i wrote it yesterday, just before the bombing in boston).
when dying becomes fun and you lose all fear
you know you have some small piece of attainment,
so die, and die again, with your
eyes wide open.
know where your soul
longs to go,
remember where home is,
so once you slip
this bag of bones and skin,
you fly back, you fly back
to where you long to be;
you dance your way home
and the light guides your way.