THE LITTLE DEATH

The little death it is called
An event, which I am yet to experience
It is a spiritual dance of the soul
An event in which a dance is played
The sole participant, the dancers
The beat the rhythm to the song
Making an age old song
And singing it the only way they can
It occurs again and again
Taking you to another orbit
One of which is difficult to explain
An understatement when you say
Wonderful, marvelous or otherwise
The little death an event
Which words cannot quantify
And is celebrated world over
By the rich and powerless share in it
Tell everybody to explain to you
Their experience of the little death
Their narration would forever be different
For those in love it gets better
And the value never diminishes
For others the little death is different
And for some who have not yet
Experienced and been privileged to know
The thrill of the little death
They wonder what is this ecstasy
Why can some get ultimate satisfaction?
When I get nothing to enjoy in this they think
But then eventually when they know
They would realize and see
Never knowing that days are numbered
He lives every day for itself
A perfect and separate individual
To be nurtured and cherished
In his illegitimate child he find
Everlasting joy
One that would never be equaled
He shield his loves from hurt
Lavishing on them presents and love
But never been able to give them
That which they cherish most
Legitimacy and a right to his name
And up till the day he passes on
He fights for this
But we know this time out of time
Are the best and happiest of his life?
A life in which he was a
Constant traveler
But in which he ultimately found peace
God bless Perry
The essence of the little death
And we realize that tribute
Are made to toast this event
In our lives
That heralds the reproduction of self
That has continued from time in memorial
And to you out there
Reach out and know that
In the little death you share
What is known to all as a feel of heaven?
Coming back to earth
You live for those times
When you can be carried out of yourself
And experience again that simple joy
That would never fail to amaze mankind
From generation to generation
It is an assurance of sharing
Souls joining and coming together
In the briefest of time
To form an eclipse that surpasses all else
The little death
Is an event to be remembered by all
An occasion that would never cease
To occur but still remain fresh
And untarnished
So that for every new experience of it
It will remain fresh
In the heart of every worshiper
Of what is generally called
“The little death”

© Campbell Mariam Oluwatoyin