We don't worry about birth because that already happened. We worry about death because it involves the unknown. Birth and Death have to be related and this poem explores that idea. I also think the body gets confused with essence. This comes from my book on poetry: "Acorns of Love and Wisdom, Poem for the Every Day Person".
ON DEATH AND FUNERALS
As you scan these lines
My ghost remains
Among this scrawl
That auto-eulogizes
Across this page
Social convention
Has blurred your vision
With tearful thoughts
Of death
Yet this transcendental
Metamorphosis
Is not food
That can nourish
Thoughts
Among the living
Dine with your eyes
Once again--if you must
On the casing
That housed my essence
But let the mirror
That forms your thoughts
Reflect on the spark
Called by my name
But let the mirror
That forms your thoughts
Reflect on the spark
Called by my name
By now
I'm sure I am as I was
Before I was
A babe
Oh Steve!!! This is splendid...you potrayed death as it shoul be..the gateway for the spark to return to that which it is was and always will the light of the One that is!!!
Glorious poetry!..Love it!!!
Vesna *smile*
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That forms your thoughts
Reflect on the spark
Called by my name
By now
I'm sure I am as I was
Before I was
A babe
Oh Steve!!! This is splendid...you potrayed death as it shoul be..the gateway for the spark to return to that which it is was and always will the light of the One that is!!!
Glorious poetry!..Love it!!!
Vesna *smile*
LOVED this:
Dine with your eyes
Once again--if you must
On the casing
That housed my essence
But let the mirror
That forms your thoughts
Reflect on the spark
Called by my name
Julie