the quietude of the sepulchre

from Dhammiko…

I wrote this poem when I was a monk while on a long solitary retreat in the woods at Chithurst (I think it was during the vassa in 1994). I don’t remember much about it – I was probably using death as a reflection and must have reached some pretty deep, dark areas of my mind. But I do remember the image on a shaft of light coming through an open window into a dark underground room which looked like a crypt, hence the title.

the quietude of the sepulchre

to explore
the labyrinthine
cavern
of the mind
is an awesome
thing

but
to come
face to face
with
the demon
that
resides
within the
innermost
chamber
and
contemplate
one’s own death
is terrifying

until
the discovery
is made
that
all the demon
wants is
release
and fear
of death
is nothing
more than
fear
of life

then
diaphanous light
shines through
the quietude
of the sepulchre

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3 thoughts on “the quietude of the sepulchre

  1. the context really gives the poem a whole other dimension… it brings it to life in a more complete way and creates a sense of mystery, earth, death, … and the crouching demon that seeks the touch of grace and release, the shaft of light, that is so often there but hidden, less so when you take the time in solo retreat…… it’s truly a beautiful poem – very evocative… thanks for sharing it Dhammiko

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