About death and poetry
Death, the only sure thing in this world, remains the utter mystery, the departure point of the absolute unknown and also of absolute solitude.
This is the place that we are all going to reach. And this is the place that some of our beloved ones already reached, leaving us at a loss for words, so heavy with absence that nobody really wants to hear about it, nobody likes to look in the eyes of the bereaved, it's as if we were the lepers of old, the untouchables.
So where else to find refuge to give our experience some expression, if not in poetry. Poems about death are of course the ultimate eulogy.
My Mother in Heaven
It happened on March 23, 2003
my Mother.
Flying high above and following me
from the blue infinite of heavens?
Or just flying over the naked woods,
over the frozen lakes already
shattered by the surging of Spring?
In the prison of my throat
so many shapeless songs
tried to get out these last days,
eulogies about my beautiful mother
that I did not give myself the time
to formulate. They were shaking
my mind and I didn't listen.
Today I know that they were
messengers of your time, elapsed,
of your last hour, arrived, messengers
from the Lord of Death who
was coming in reverence
to bow at your lotus feet, to offer
his humble services to you,
my darling Mother.
I know that you greeted him with such
a kind glance, that you accepted
his services with such grace,
my queen, my Mother ...
Oh Lord of Death, how fortunate
you were, to see to her in her
last moment, unlike the one
left behind, the solitary daughter.
And now, I wonder where you are,
my white crane, my divine Mother,
the lotus where I was born.
Do not stop looking at me with
your celestial glance. Love me,
love me some more, Mother.
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New Link List
If you trust my advice ...
- The Kiss
- A childhood memory.
- Buck Wynn
- If you miss an air stroll you might learn a lesson.
- Halliburton
- Travel is in the imagination.
- The Moon of Lord Buddha's enlightenment
- He was supposed to be the universal emperor but he stumbled upon a couple of things and decided to become a wanderer instead.
- There is a meadow
- Hidden in the mountain, up above, there is a meadow. You need to climb up for quite a while and then climb some more. When you get there you find not only a breathtaking landscape but a lesson for life.
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Great Stuff on Amazon
Kindle Wireless Reading Device (6" Display, U.S. Wireless)
This is very useful, the e-book, the singular page where you are going to read all the reading you want to read and take it with you while traveling, in the bus, while waiting for anything from the dentist to a job's interview. Your books with you, always, in a single page.
Since it's not very cheap yet, this is a perfect gift for a group of friends or relatives to offer to the lucky one.
Glass: Symphony no 5 (Choral): Requiem, Bardo, Nirmanakaya
This is the Fifth Symphony by Philip Glass. The beloved musician composed this masterpiece as a Millenium celebration, for the Salzburg Festival. Exquisitely chosen texts from the main religions of the world sing the mysteries of creation, life, death and rebirth.
Unforgettable.
Lenses of friends in Squidoo
These are lenses from the people who first contacted me in this community.Some require explanation. PNOVLN is not the name of an ufo commander, but the title of a beautiful lens that I highly recommend, about playing musical instruments as an adult.
Metaphysical mystic is about Mystic Mamma, a heroic wife that has the eyes of a scientist to look into the unknown.
Ebychallenge is about help and self help from a pro.
The other two speak from their names.
Please enjoy them!
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Poetic Eyes
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Hello everyone my name is Dave. I am a regular and two time winner of Mckinney, Tx Poetry Slam Team. We have a new newsletter called poetry flavor. The newsletter is being distributed to stores, coffee shops and some libraries. We are so excited bec...
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Metaphysical Mystic Mama
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Yes, I admit mobius strips, quarks and mesons turn me on. I love physics! There I've said it...I am a total science freak and proud of it! People are usually surprised to find out that someone as Earthy as me, who reads tarot cards, does yoga and i...
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Poetry on Abortion by Jolene Belmain
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These poems are written in the baby's perspective of wanting to live, but not having the choice to decide, and the mothers perspective of the aftermath of having to deal with what she has done.
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Learning the piano as an adult
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I'm going to give you all the encouragement you need to do what you've always wanted, play a musical instrument. Look at that piano. Isn't it just inviting you to have a go. If you have lots of determination you will succeed.
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