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The Warrior’s Time

Steve Rowe

The ancient warrior stood on the hillOverlooking his villageThe cold ate into his bonesIt permeated every injuryReminding him of every battleEvery widow he’d madeEvery child rendered fatherlessAnd he knew it was his time. He recognised the look every dog hadWhen it could barely stand or walkAsking him to take its bodyNow he could barely stand or walkFrom leader to barely seenFrom influencer to ridiculedSo much experience he could pass onBut younger ears are deafThey tell himHe doesn’t understandThe world’s not like it anymore. And yet generation after generationKeep making the same mistakesThose that can see itAre considered dementedAnd don’t understand … Continue reading The Warrior’s Time

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Entropy Of Life

Steve Rowe

EntropyFrom organised structure into chaos.You’re already dead.Death is infinite and assured.Life sits inside death.It’s finite and tentative.From the moment you’re born,You’re also dead.Life/death is yin/yangWithout death, life has no value. From young, healthy, attractive, nicely scented and succulent,You rot into a grey, dry, wrinkled,Old, invisible and ignored carcass,Smelling of piss and biscuits.From mindlessly leaping out of chairs,You go to the ‘Dawn Of Man’ routine to stand.Or slide from chair to wheelchair. Only young people say “if you’re lucky enough to get old”.When old, sick people hear of a ‘sudden death’, they think ‘lucky bastard’,Even if they don’t say it.The key … Continue reading Entropy Of Life

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The Missing Leg

Steve Rowe

Sat in the consultants office.The leg is infected, hot, red and swollen. The metal prosthetic rod that ran through the entire leg had now broken through the shin bone. It was a mess. “Go home, dial 999, it has to be amputated within 24 hours or you will die. It was 2021 in the middle of Covid, I was blue lighted into a hospital in chaos. By that point I’d had over 20 surgeries on my legs, 3 sepsis infections, 3 knee replacements in that leg including an antibiotic spacer, lost all my quadricep muscles on both legs, eventually having … Continue reading The Missing Leg

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The Right Time To Go

Steve Rowe

When your dog is sufferingAnd has no quality of lifeYou put him out of his miseryYet we let relatives and ourselvesSuffer interminablyPlaces of healing become places of tortureHospitals and hospices leave people writhing in painDemented human bodies are left in fearWandering like the undeadTo placate their relatives, the law and outdated religionWe have the choiceBut not the methodWhen we don’t have the mind or bodyTo complete the actWe need a way to be out of our miseryGovernments kick the can down the roadThe young and healthy don’t want to think about itConvincing everyone it’s an act of cowardiceAnd not fair … Continue reading The Right Time To Go

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The Abyss Of Death

Steve Rowe

We never truly understand life until the abyss of death is staring back at us into our very soul. The veil that life throws over our head means that we forget we’re going to die and live as if we’re going to live forever and push it to the very back of our mind, occupying our headspace with trivia and human indoctrinated shit. Only the ancient tribes that lived close to and in harmony with nature saw life and death in the right harmonious balance. Warriors confronting death on a daily basis also had to feel comfortable staring into that … Continue reading The Abyss Of Death

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Meditation, Sleep and Dying

Steve Rowe

When you can’t sleep, or you’re sick and terrified of dying it’s because you can’t let go. Going to sleep is like dying, you stop thinking and drift in a state of just being and if you can do this through meditation practice, you sleep deeply and restoratively. Similarly when you are sick and death is inevitable, you drift in to that state of just being and returning to the source of all things dying peacefully. See how the two are connected? When you meditate you loose the shackles and burdens of life, resting in that beautiful place of refuge … Continue reading Meditation, Sleep and Dying

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Death Is A Warm Blanket…

Steve Rowe

Death Is A Warm Blanket… You don’t even know you’re born, Well actually, that’s true, Because no-one can remember it, We become self conscious at a few years old. So why can’t we remember? Because we are still fully connected, And are pure universal energy, Until someone gives us a name. Drifting into sleep, is our name slipping away, We commune with our unconscious, While our name disappears, And we can regenerate. Meditation brings us back, Back to where we were as a child, The uncarved block, Energy without a name. The illusion of ‘self’, That which is named, Disappears … Continue reading Death Is A Warm Blanket…