Tai Sheridan - Relax... You're Going to Die

In this great presence
life and death soften into
the warm embrace of whatever
you call holy sacred divine
blissful true real

If you want full aliveness
which is presence and deep peace
which is acceptance of your living and dying
within the very big cosmic living and dying

Then take a fresh spring breath
and exhale whatever you are holding on to
in your body emotions mind spirit
and die into this precise moment

Fighting death is fighting life
if you have ever been trout fishing
you know that a fish on a hook won’t relax
how could he know about catch and release
which is what the universe is
always doing with your life

There is only one mantra
one string of sacred words
that makes any sense
which will relieve you
of the sleepless nights
locked jaws addictive habits
anxious days depressed emotions
beating yourself up

Living as if your life
isn’t the heartbeat of god
the breath of buddha
the prayer of allah
the blood of christ
the embodiment
of everything
you call holy

In still waters golden light
may you imbibe the gentle truth
Relax, you’re going to die

Everything comes and everything goes
this is the law of reality

Gathering atoms turn into shapes
you give it a name like cup or body
it lasts a second an eon thirteen billion years
then it parts like a wave from the shore

a strange voice in your head
tells you to aim at some ideal state
strong true kind perfect creative loving
which is stupidity that will drive you mad
and keep you from inner peace

You can’t achieve any state that lasts
especially relaxation so the best you can
do is return again and again
to that which will sustain and regenerate
presence vitality love generosity
breathing living dying

Which allows you living to the max
being yourself and nobody else
then you are ready to die
a thousand deaths each day
and celebrate the joyful stream
while mourning autumn leaves
and winter’s chill

You are life you are death
you are you and you are cosmos
in this knowing you can stop
calling it yourself calling it by any name
in the silence of your inner heart
the mystery magic of living dying being

Your destiny is to sit in the theater
watching the movie that you
will never completely understand
which makes it a sacred blessing
for which you can offer up your thanks
and the whole of your life

The desert fathers gave up everything
to live in a cell in the hot desert
the benedictines chant vespers
while the rest of us are sleeping
zen monks walk through morning shadows
without a trace of themselves

Rumi Hafiz Kabir
lost in ecstatic poetry
Whitman pounded the ground
with the cacophony
of body love humanity

You have longed for truths heard
why keep them distant
why put your peace in another’s hands

Give up everything
which doesn’t mean sell it or go broke
just stop your death grip
on people places things
stop claiming things as yours
it’s just another way of avoiding
death the great leveler

Death is an invitation to simplicity
simplicity is an invitation to clarity
clarity is an invitation to relaxation
relaxation is an invitation to presence
presence is an invitation to living
living is an invitation to death

The only way to learn relaxation
is to learn how and when
you tense up forget the why

Catch yourself stumbling into
tight shoulders clenched fists
sucked in belly gnarled forehead

Headaches heartaches backaches
bone aches muscles aches
so many things make you want to shout
I can’t stand it anymore

In this tension is your death
which is an invitation to relaxation
which is your life
which is your rebirth
from now to now
from frozenness to suppleness
from rigidity to softness
from you to everything
from ego to buddha

From a complicated confused existence
to a simple alive flowing life

If you want to relax
in the dream of living dying
consider your philosophy
because it keeps you
stuck insane or free happy

Your fear of death
keeps you from being truly alive
so why not embrace dying
your fear of life
keeps you from jumping in
with both feet and experiencing
the infinite array of your own potential
so why not make room
for the totality of you

Scrambling after wealth fame love
all the goodies you think
will make you happy
is a death sentence

Why not grab the key
hanging in your brain heart
on a tree moon in a child’s face

Bathe in the fresh night breeze
breathe out until there’s nothing left
allow the gap to close between
your living and your dying
until you are set free to roam
green mountains walk city streets
sit still in a rocker as the lights dim
in the magic of being

I often lean against a redwood tree
and die into the bark
my spine rising
into the blue of sky

My legs become roots
journeying down
into unseen waters
my breath slows softens
my eyes open in wonder
great cumulous clouds
dance over the mountain peak

Soon I’ll return
to kids computers stress and modern plagues
but for this moment I choose
to let what I conveniently call myself die
and I dwell in the house of relaxation and peace
where you and I are inextricably entwined
in the living and dying of all things

May All Beings Be Happy!

May All Beings Be One!

May All Beings Be Free!