Meditations on the Reflections of Seasons: The Grave

by Justin Wong (September 2020)

Monk by the Sea, Caspar David Friedrich, 1808–10
One morning I went to the churchyard,
I heard the bells ring out,
In a slow tolling like on a day of matrimony,
From there, I saw the casket carried in,
To a procession of words and song,
Until the coffin was carried back out,
To the grave where the gravediggers
Had left a six-foot crater of earth,
That he would transform into dust and ash inside,
Out of which Adam had been crafted.
The man who perished before his time,
The usual span of threescore and ten,
Courting Thanatos somewhere at the crossroads,
Had a purpose served a fraction of the way through,
That could be likened to the cold in June,
A bitter wind in the spring,
Or the soft fall of snow in September,
Seasons stir in realisation before their allotted portion.
Some believe that this is all—the finale,
That which is lifeless is lost,
The gone remain in decomposition over time,
And what lay before us are our fickle hours.
Consciousness is like a bulb that is snuffed,
A filament never again going to glow.
Man, misconstruing nature for invention,
Clouds the reality of the world. 
The Father poured his wisdom into the universe,
Those wishing to know him in depth
Should study nature—the captivating creation—
That is seen in a multitude of metamorphoses,
Where that which is, changes to another,
Only to revert back to the first impression,
As night preceding dawn into day,
and day preceding dusk into night,
From the season of snows to the spring.
The corpse lay lifeless in the earth,
Like a creature in docile hibernation,
During the build-up of the weary winter,
Laying at rest in the frostbitten sod underfoot,
Waiting in long-suffering for the warmth to come,
Awakening to a world flourishing into being,
In sprouting leaves and blossoms, in insects
That were asleep and dormant in the month's past.
Showing the pathway from existence is transmigration,
Birds flying to paradisal tropics in wintering grounds,
In Sheol or the house of many mansions,
From the place of lost souls to the place of brimstone,
Or from heaven to the new heaven,
The flesh resurrecting into something glorious,
As a Larva to Pupa, as Pupa to Butterfly—
Of patterned plumed that flies in liberation,
With a startling beauty denied in its formative state.
In the funeral I saw the coffin of a lifeless man, 
Carried about like a delivered parcel,
Filled with something of exanimate existence,
A stiffened body that rattled inside
Like a hardened waxwork effigy of the man,
Which spoke of the loss of life and potentiality,
The possibility of the spirit that it harbours,
Like the two stone tablets in the ark.
In every rumoured death there is an omen,
A glimpse into the fate of all,
Where in the witnessing of perished things,
There is a contemplation of the Ego that ceases,
A door in which all in time will walk through,
The soul that was enslaved to the flesh
As it has been since inception,
Becomes severed from its constituent.
Days haunt like a promise of vengeance,
That fall upon man in unexpected hour.
The shadow of the tree’s perpetual presence,
 Like phantoms gathered, living in a house of lost souls,
The primordial beginning of consciousness,
“The day ye eat of the tree ye shall surely die,”
Though as when the Son of man returneth,
No one knows the day or the hour of,
Ding dong, ding dong. O! Beelzebub!
The world as we know is a magician’s working,
In disease, death and winter,
Illusory as the sleight of hand obscuring the deck,
Sin predestined man to prestidigitation.
The cards speaking of number and feudal make up,
Transform to the pack the gypsy sinisterly shuffles,
In left-handed dark, demonic divinations,
The hanged man, the fool, the empress, of veiled meaning.
Tell us it all, everything, reveal to us the hidden things.
Things that are used as the foil of illusion,
Become that which speaks of a destined death.
The spring, summer, autumn, and winter,
A residue of wrongdoing, the cataclysm of sin,
There is truth behind the illusion, a world in the appearance,
As the Nymphe—bride, and the Nymphios—bridegroom,
On the night of consummatory bliss, with veil of garments dropped,
A reality that is glimpsed at from within the facade,
When peering prolonged into the paradise of the other,
A secret garden amidst a city governed in corruption.
There is truth inside the unreality,
An actuality within the pretence,
The possibility to live once more,
whoever believe in me shall not perish.
Not perish who in dying lives,
As the first who perished in living dies.
The eternal cycle of time suggests revitalisation,
The phantasm of flesh and bone. The everlasting life.
The world is cursed by that of appearance,
The Noahide smoke and mirror of seasons,
Deluded man—dulled of perception,
Crippled of spirit, mutilated of mind, battered of body,
Sees not the divine in the unconscionable cosmos,
Not the dust into which he is to be devoured,
Not the order from disorder from which he’s fashioned,
The Babble of words, which truth from time is uttered.
The death knell sounding out,
Ringing metal on metal,
Sends shivers down the town’s anatomy.
Vibrations of sound and covenant,
Through arterial streets and avenue’s,
A prophecy fulfilled, a delivered promise,
The cockcrow sounding out to the petrified rock
On the infant hours of the dawning revolution.
The ringing of the bells is for he who hears them,
The dirge, a requiem for the gathered,
The carrying of the coffin into the Hearse,
And the burial in the garden is the burial of thee,
The tolling that rings out, filling the square and the
circle thereof, are echoes reverberating from unpassed hours,
Making one conscious of the finitude of days;
In the bite of the fruit was the gnosis of death to come.

Justin Wong is originally from Wembley, though at the moment is based in the West Midlands. He has been passionate about the English language and Literature since a young age. Previously, he lived in China working as an English teacher. His novel Millie’s Dream is available here.

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