A poem that makes my heart skip… ANTIDOTES TO FEAR OF DEATHby Rebecca ElsonSometimes as an antidoteTo fear of death,I eat the stars.Those nights, lying on my back,I suck them from the quenching darkTil they are all, all inside me,Pepper hot and sharp.Sometimes, instead, I stir myselfInto a universe still young,Still warm as blood:No outer space, just space,The light of all the not yet starsDrifting like a bright mist,And all of us, and everythingAlready thereBut unconstrained by form.And sometime it’s enoughTo lie down here on earthBeside our long ancestral bones:To walk across the cobble fieldsOf our discarded skulls,Each like a treasure, like a chrysalis,Thinking: whatever left these husksFlew off on bright wings. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related Published by Katherine A writer, meditator and yoga instructor committed to bringing more light into the world through mindfulness practices. View all posts by Katherine