For Esther Mitsuko Oka… Rest In Peace... August 30, 2011

The Wheel of Time turns…

A construct of our mind,

we exhaust our self’s trying to

slow-burn limited time.

Preoccupied with death,

we’re afraid to live life out

to our temporal last breath.

Time’s a fickle guest at best…

Time stays too long,

time stays too short,

yet we exhort it to
leave us more.

A great serpent that

swallows its own tail,

time doggedly stings us

like a stepped-on nail.

Stumbling and swearing,

we complain time isn’t fair!

Time feels sharp, and we

try to defeat it, by more doing dare.

How do we slow it down?

Make love to it with need?

Cheat death with time?

Stretch it with Einsteinian speed?

Can we turn

time on a dime?

Please, stop the
march of time!

Dying ends time's brutal

march with death…
Can we mortals kick out
this untimely guest?

Dying is our self’s

way of killing time.

But, why should we kill

something so sublimely fine?

The Art of Dying is about

nullifying self’s demise.

My intention is to practice

dying, so I wisely keep trying.

Why fight time’s ending?

Why fight non-existent time?

Self is no friend to self; so Self,
destroy mind's time bending!

Let ego’s time go!

We’re spiritually timeless!

Let time go it’s own way;

don’t let the serpent beguile us!

We’re endless,

and we’re timeless!

Just like the serpentine

Wheel of Time.

Without beginning or ending,

and with purpose-full

unbending;
just let time go!

The Art of Dying
is surrendering and swallowing
that serpent in the Garden,

and existing forever,
for our ever un-ending…

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved

For Phylis G. Hesley, My Stepmother... Rest In Peace... Aug 8, 2011

Walking alone
in the warm moonlight,
lightning bugs flashing softly
and forlornly, for me this night. 

My legs feel like lead,
my arms they barely swing...
An empty warmth fills my head 
with the Silent Knowing it brings...

The Mother of others and me 
quietly, she passed away...
Her memories will fade for some,
and yet, her Possibilities, they gleam!

She did her best for others,
and in her salty and colorful way,
she gave love to father and family,
and I'm thankful for Her this day. 

I pray she has peace and love 
and her new adventure she enjoys.
I pray she learns of the Light and the Dark
and that Knowing she will employ. 

I'm a little jealous of her this night...
But I'm pleased for her Knowing,
because I Know she Knows now the
Knowledge, and she positively glows of it! 

Her Silent Knowing is hers,
and after passing through the veil,
God serves her love and compassion,
so, my family, there is no need to wail. 

She wings!
She soars!
And her Soul
is Free!

With no need of time for her,
who on Earth can really know her 
Boundlessness and Endlessness
and what her Soul may come To Be?

Perhaps she'll sail the universe?
Maybe she'll be a song of birds?
Or maybe she'll be just a drop of rain?
Perhaps of these things she's longed...

If You were in her place,
what songs of your new universe
could You, and would You,
happily and loudly sing?

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley
All Rights Reserved