I received an email from a Dharma friend in Israel recommending I read playwright/poet, Hanoch Levin (1943-1999), who lived in Tel Aviv. I checked out some of his writings on social media and then purchased his collected poems Lives of the Dead. Fearless, frank and uncomfortable reading, Levin puts to the sword spiritual romanticism around life and death. He does not offer the truth of liberation from bondage to life and death but instead proclaims the truth of suffering about death. He wrote some of the poems while dying from bone cancer ravishing his body.