Ikkyu wrote something about how there was a skeleton
propping up the body of the woman you are fondling.
I found that a little too real, unsettling thought,
not that I’m fondling any women in my dwindling days
but I find it close to macabre to think of a woman
as just flesh propped up by bones.
Though I have to concur, Ikkyu certainly made a point
about the impermanence of humans, love and life.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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