First Death
First Death
It may be a blessing.
I remember my first death,
sitting slumped over
and skewered by the spear
I had thrust myself upon
by devoting my life
to owning,
to controlling,
to perfecting,
to needless searching
for the gift of being,
which I only realized
at last breath
had been bestowed
upon me at birth.
There is no death
more unceremonious,
nor more traumatic
than that very first one.
And now I realize
I must die a death each day
while descending
the ladder of consciousness
to the very core of my being,
so that I may rediscover
the love my infant self
brought into this world.
While I thought that I was learning how to live,
I have been learning how to die.
~ Leonardo da Vinci
