Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Death Is A Friend

To talk about death is a taboo. Hardly, if ever, would you be able to get a spirited conversation going on the subject. Dying is one big fear that dogs us. Like most things that we fear, we vanish it out of our minds just to give us the quiet we seek no matter how flitting.

But dying should not be something we should be worried about. The controversial Budhist Guru, Sogyal Rinpoche, perhaps to put accross the silliness of fearing death, once remarked, "To die is extremely simple. You breathe out, and you don't breathe in."

Rinpoche believes that much of what is wrong in Western society arises from the denial of death. This denial of death, he claims, actually complicates problems that exist in Western society. This is why as he puts it, in Western society “there is no long-term vision, there is little thought devoted (italics supplied) to consequences of actions, and little or no compassion."

People see death as terrible, as tragic. Because they want to live, they see death as the enemy of life and therefore deny death, which then becomes even more fearful and monstrous.

Beneath this fear of death lies "the ultimate fear” as Repoche would call it. It is the fear of looking into ourselves. We would rather suspend ourselves in the state of not knowing rather than be confronted with the truth of who we are.

Death, in truth, could be a friend. "Death holds the key to the meaning of life," said Repoche. This is the reason the Trappist brothers regularly greet each other with the Latin phrase “Memento Mori” - remember you are dying, to remind themselves that now is the time to live. Life is simply too short to just exist.

Remembering brings our life into focus. We are only just pilgrims in this life. Sooner or later our voyage has to end. Remembering calls us to sort out our priorities so we would not waste our lives just wandering. It helps us take care of the most important things in life first. We won’t be passing this way again. It would be tragic if we exit life’s door knowing we left very important things undone only because we let the trivial dominate our lives and left the crucial untouched.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Memento Mori (by Peter J. Oszmann)



Laugh, sing, howl, or cry… Man, it’s all the same…

Fate ‘be fulfilled… we are all candidates

For the same doom… that’s the rule of the game.

The end will come… with open arms death waits…


So laugh, sing, there’s time yet to howl and cry,

When the bony hand will reach out for you

And without you’d be able to ask “Why?”

Will write on your forehead with claws: “Adieu!”


Forgetting all… laugh and sing. Enjoy life!

Forget the scythe… forget the bony hand…

Don’t think of death… and don’t think about strife…

Or pain, sorrow… or how it all will end…


Look up at the sky… see how clear, how blue…

Sun shines upon your face and the birds sing

And on the flowers like pearl drops hang the dew;

Around you the calm is all embracing.



Just enjoy this silly life while you can,

Chase away thoughts of suffering and pain,

Forget about the skull with the deadpan

Look, that surfaces again and again…



…You’d forget it if you could, but you can’t…

Life’s pointless struggles are on your mind

And all the sufferings that disenchant

And turns life into endless cruel grind.



Matters not if you laugh, sing, howl, or cry.

Fate will be fulfilled… life’s an ugly game…

No matter what, at the end you will die…

To the Grim Reaper it is all the same…



Memento mori is a Latin phrase meaning "Remember you shall die"

© P. J. Oszmann (2004 Developed from one of his earlier poems of the same title written in Hungarian in 1950, reflecting the gloom and doom of the “Stalin” era. This is a loose transliteration.)

Source: AuthorsDen

Unto Dust

Michael Jackson, the guy who has enthralled us with his musical genius, is dead. We feel the loss and we mourn. But we are all headed on the same direction. We will all have our turn at our own time. A favorite poem of mine on the subject, "memento mori" ( A Latin phrase which means "You are dying") by Peter Oszmann speaks of that "inevitable" and how we should deal with it.