Jack on Life

All life is but a skull-bone and
A rack of ribs through which
we keep passing food & fuel –
just so’s we can burn so
furious beautiful.



About Kestrel Slocombe

I like writing, meditation, art, reading, riding horses, playing guitar, watching trees in the wind, ferns, the smell of woodsmoke, Mozart and Bach, long walks in the wilderness, and the sound of the cello.
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2 Responses to Jack on Life

  1. So glad you have discovered your blog! And this poem is a wonderful meditation on impermanence – might have been written by Buddhist sage Shantideva himself!

    • Thank you, David! I was happy to discover your blog, too. You’re so right bout the Buddhist-y-ness of this poem. I’m amazed at the quotes from poets (Whitman’s got a few) that are so right-on Buddhist.


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