Living Death´s Embrace
- markthemysticactiv
- Mar 30
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 1

“The hundreds of thousands of Near Death Experiences being reported all around the world – by people of all cultures and beliefs – although they have both differences and commonalities, make it undisputably clear that SOMETHING awaits us on the other side of what we call death.”
K.O, Near Death Experience Researcher
“The hundreds of thousands of Life Experiences being reported all around the world – by people of all cultures and beliefs – although they have both differences and commonalities, make it undisputably clear that we are all experiencing SOMETHING we call life.”
O.K., Life Experience Researcher
I
I´ve been imagining how I´d like to die.
I don´t mean whether by cancer or car accident,
or on a sofa on a sunny afternoon.
I mean whether with or without expectations,
with or without concepts -
whether flustered or relaxed -
whether terrified,
or as empty as a Buddhist.
II
And I´ve been wondering how The Great Unknown would like me to die. Whether It would like me to be frightened of It. I know, if I was It, I wouldn´t. Though I´d understand - of course I would.
III
If I was It -
how do I imagine I´d like me to die?
I imagine I would like to see me
fall into the arms of my death
like a lover.
I imagine I would like to behold moist lips, a soft smile, a trusting sensuality, a full exhalation, and misty, surrendered eyes.
IV
And if I imagine that such a falling
would please It
then -
what do I imagine would please It now?
How do I imagine It would like to see me falling
now, while living -
into the irrepeatable moment?
V
But to hell with what The Great Unknown would like!!!
What about me?!
What do I want?
VI
I want to live in fearless vulnerability -
face to face with my life -
admitting there are too many stars to count,
too many clouds,
too many birds and insects,
too many seeds and stones.
So here I stand,
naked -
stripped of all “isms” -
at the place where words end.
And I admit it:
I´m already inside
The Great Unknown.
So I close my eyes
softly.
And I fall.
I feel Its arms around me -
around all of me:
around my self-judgements, my insecurities, my pretensions -
my perfect, foolish, sacred humanity.
I smile.
I am full of pleasure -
my lips and eyes so moist.
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As above, so below.
As in death, so in life.
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(You might like to relate this poem to the previous post –
the guided meditation entitled “The Embrace of the Unknown”.)
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Mark Josephs,
"Mark the Mystic Activist",
Aragon, Spain,
Spring 2025
Mark guides The Conscious Tribes Project.
His stories and poems attempt to capture
something of the mood of "intimacy with existence"
at the heart of a Conscious Tribe.
CONSCIOUS TRIBES
Seeds of New Local Communities
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