Slava Olchevski

Rookie - 20 Points (1964 / St.Petersburg, Russia)

Art Of Dying - Poem by Slava Olchevski

It is scary to die for the first time
On the fifth it becomes routine
Strip yourself from a fleshy and bony part
And release the spirit within

The Gotcha moment will come and pass
Don't fret, don't fight, and don’t tense
Samurai knew that in white new cloth
One shall act Hara-kiri dance

If your mind's unprepared
Or even confused
The notion of dying
You always refuse

Your earthly possessions become nil
The instant you die
It's hard for rich to accept the loss
Even when they try

Your body no longer remains
The target of your desire
Whatever you thought important before
Will burn like trash in a fire

Feeling of dying is genuine
It always breaks the bonds of time
After few successful deaths
You will conquer the bonds of space

When the time finally has stopped running
You really mastered the art of dying
You will then get to this conclusion:
All is Maya, all is illusion


Comments about Art Of Dying by Slava Olchevski

  • (12/24/2009 10:46:00 AM)


    Nalini. In my searches for immortality, I have found a recipee for a vedic drink called Soma (as described in Rig Veda book 9) . It allows you to die and be born again... As far as I can tell, the feeling of dying, that one experiences under the influence of Soma, is genuine... But I will be able to confirm my finding only after I die for the last time :) (Report) Reply

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  • (12/22/2009 11:26:00 PM)


    Maya is an Indian word but the feelings you express are universal...a detachment as death approaches is a fine advice...but what pulled you back so many times? ...just curious (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009



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