In case you don't notice -
The so-called 'verses'
of this non-poem, or 'free verse'
piece of possible 'existentialism' -
is puposely presented in lines of -
3 - 4 - 5 ...
To Die - the Cessation of Life.
To Live - the Continuation of Life.
To Let Die - to Allow a Life to End.
The Beginning - to - The End -
A Vision of Peaceful Gardens -
Gravestones - Markers - Crosses - Mausoleums - Flowers -
Ad Infinitum.
We are Told That - It All Began in The Garden of Eden.
In Most Cases - It Ends in a Cemetery -
Many of Which - are Named:
“Garden of Peace” - “Garden of Tranquility”
“Garden of Concord.”
In the Jewish Faith -
Mourners Must Wait for One Year -
To Visit the Gravesite of a Beloved.
Most Other Religious Sects do Otherwise.
The Very Next - Day - Week - Month -
Mourners Visit - Congregate - Deposit Flowers -
Kneel - Pray - Talk - Remember - Reminisce.
Granite - Marble - Limestone - - Ivory -
Copper - Bronze - Silver - Gold -
Flowers - Flags - Angels -
These - and More - Adorn The Depositories -
Of Loved Ones.
Inscriptions - DOB - DOD -
Name - Relationship -
Mother - Father- Sister - Brother.
Some - Like my Lady-Friend -
Just Must Visit on Certain Days of The Year -
I Don’t! I Used To -
When I was Younger -
But, for Years Now -
My Prayers - My Talks - My Thoughts -
My Remembrances of Things Past -
Are Done - Purely Mentally - Purely Ideally -
Purely Personally -
While Driving - While Walking -
While Waking - While Sleeping -
As Something Reminds me of - That Person!
Morbidity? That - My Friend -
Is The Negative Approach -
Soul - Spirit - Essence - the Positive!
The Continuation of an Entity!
Heaven - Paradise - Utopia - Eden -
Are They All There? Waiting for Us?
Have They Prepared a Mansion for Us?
Will There Be Jubilation?
Re-Union?
Or - Were Each of Them -
Already Re-Incarnated?
Are They Watching Over Us?
Is She - The Butterfly - Hovering and Soaring?
Is He - The Carpenter Bee - Buzzing and Boring?
Are They - Our Guardian Angels?
Are We - Attuned to Their Presence and Prescience?
Is DEATH - Truly - The Final Act?
Or - Merely - The Beginning - Of a Purer Existence -
Far Beyond - Our Limited Mortal Understanding?
In The Famous Words of Shakespeare’s Puck -
“What Fools These Mortals Be!”
Puck is one of the world's greatest philosophers, I think. He is one of my favorite characters anyway. All of life speaks to something much greater than ourselves. We are only "big" in our own eyes because of our egos. We are a seed, not unlike the zygote we started out as in our mother's belly. We grow in the confined space til it is time to exit into another kind of living. I think death is like that. We exit this world for another kind of existence. Just my brief thoughts on this. Great questions and observations here Tom. Hugs, J
This country has seen good times and bad times and I truly believe in my heart and soul this is another storm we must all buckle down and weather through. Facing the realities, but keeping a glimmer of hope, I pray good will prevail over evil as it has in the past...
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
In today’s secular environment the two worlds of science and spirituality are alien worlds, distinguished primarily by a deep-seated antagonism in which the principles of spirituality and the pragmatism of modern science exist face to face in a peren
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Cheers,
Dan
Cuz EDvard
Be always safe,
Karen