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The glass slips out of my grasping hands. CRASH! A thousand suns glisten on my kitchen floor. The death poem is a tradition in Zen Buddhism. Our sangha writes one at the new year every year as a way to reflect on the past year. I believe the tradition is that Buddhist monks wrote them…
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The silver crescent Is but a slice of what really is. Wait. In a moment The moon will be full again. ———————————- Read more poems about death and rebirth from my friends here.