Near Death Experience

Pulsing through veins,
steady throb of heart to brain, fingers, toes
and every far flung part of me,
blood red life ebbs
and flows.
Awake, asleep, joyful, sad,
head-over-heels mad,
One by one or all together,
into myself and out again.
Tumbling and climbing, roller coaster flying,
birth to death riding high and low.
The veil gossamer, silk, barely there,
Every breath
near death.


In his book "Bacon Sandwiches and Salvation", Adrian Plass defines "Near Death Experience" as "Life". The idea that all of life is a 'near death experience' is somehow liberating, I think. Anyone else?