Slapped in the face with the reality of impending death is the moment that I decided to live. Looks like you've been there. Great insight. Blue

Interesting twist.

Ron

Once you touch on the invisible nothing is the same is it?

Robert,

Beautiful. Infused with energy and dare I say, LIFE. Exquisitely penned excellence!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Perhaps when we dare to face the reality of death, we live this life more fully.


Love & Light,
Joseph

I find this rather emancipatory and certainly very liberating. Shedding the tight skins of self means we can only grow and enlarge, rather than lose and diminish. A very secure concept, I reckon, and have a taste of where this might be coming from, sharing something of its flavour myself: Those of us who find ourselves "orphaned" or seemingly parentless early on in life learn a certain independence and a degree of self-worth that is self-taught. If we don´t become later hidebound by insecurity, we can otherwise translate between worlds and personas very easily - as ghostlike as a face in the crowd. We can have a very clear idea of self and people´s "otherness" which we can seek to embrace or reject. Similarly, we can float across the boundaries of "life" and "death". We see things at times in very sharp relief and in tones of black and white; at other times all is incredibly smudgey as we drift like jellyfish around our moods in motion. I don´t believe there´s much "dare" about this write, Jude; for someone who slips easily between what is seen and unseen, reckon what is expressed here is more pure joy at the prospect of growth and challenge, rather than tomblike melancholy at sense of loss/change. Am I wrong to assume celebration rather than commiseration? Don´t forget I AM still in a continual fog of Cuba Libre fumes and at the other end of the world for me... so forgive me of this is completely an inside-out take... I´ll just get back to me hammock... the safest and most comfortable place on the balcony!! :))

Finding an alternative Light and moving comfortably on another plane of being validates Daring Me to Die. You have to write in antique scribe peppered with astral calligraphy, your poetry books bulging in your saddlebag. All of the poetic word soldiers are there, signers of the Poet's Declaration of Independence and Astral Travel, those of your kind, by their poetic valor and wisdom who formed together during the birth hours of Earth. You among them, the pathfinder whose name is attached to Moods in Motion, "Dearly holding it nearer."

Sage

Thought provoking write. R

I wonder sometimes, if we don't have it backwards. Death, meaning true life. This is one for deep dwelling. Good poem, Robert.

Carmen :-)

are you depressed, too, man of changing shapes? just kidding. I really get this, though it makes me a little sad and lonely-like, sort of 'beyond the point of no return'-ish. words fail me, but it's good poetry, Jude. take care,

Excellent writing Jude!
love and peace, Carole

Yep Death Is Inevitable -So Live Again While You All Still Can!

Couldn't Have Wriiten Truth Better Myself...

TRASK

What a beautiful piece! Thanks!

Outstanding and so very wise! Great!

A very touching and brilliant write,
Birgit and Roger

Oh this is deep touching poetry Jude!!

Most insightful!!

Love Tinka

Excellent poem, Jude.

Very insightful poem. Our contract with life is short and we don't know when it will expire to prepare ourselves for a decent exit. Bravo Jude

Hi Robert:

This is an EXCEPTIONAL write!!! I applaud this.

This poem describes one being lost to the stage where you cannot even find yourself, and the great longing to be found once again.

Well-done and EXCELLENT!!!

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Robert, your POEM touched my spirit very deeply. To me death sometimes implies, not neccessarily a physical death but, a separation. Stanzas # one, nine and ten has great meaning to me will study your poem more for more insight. Thanks a lot for sharing. Love, Betty Torain

Sometimes we must be blinded before we can see. Sounds to me like you understand this theory well. Good.

Part of our personal evolution is the acceptance of where we go from here, the letting go of this physical form we have been cradled in for so long. Death is part of life and the desire to step into the next dimension is a blessing that takes the fear away from our fate. This life is but a season of our lives, it is true, but like everything else in nature, there is a natural time to move into that next dimension as the learning process of this season is not yet complete. We also have the things here that can pull upon us and at times cause us to wish to remain beyond our natural time, as well. Grace is knowing when and how to say goodbye to the season and migrate into the next. Deep, thoughtful poetry, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

And my voice is blending
Into words outside the norm

And your poetry always seems to soar above the norm, Robert.

thought provoking read, aptly said

Though the will to die is everpresent in all of us subconsciouly to one degree or another you write of truth when you say it is daring you for the other half of the will to die is the will to live and this is what we will always struggle with. Especially enlightened authours such as your self. The key to the puzzle is still in our work and who we are. KEEP TURNING OUT THE MASTERPIECES MY FRIEND.

Felix

Wonderful and introspective pen Ace !
I can neither add or subtract from Linda'a insightful comments below, she always seems to have the most astute answer !
Peter

I agree with Regis another pensive write from your magical pen.

Rebirth--At this moment I'm thinking in terms of the big picture so this colors my interpretation of your write. It seems the whole world is straining inside it's redundant cocoon. Especially those of our generation. Great change is in the wind and it's up to us to choose a negative or positive outcome. Our collective energy will decide our fate. But the same energy affects us individually as we
morph into spiritual beings "beginning to see what(we)truly look like"--recognizing our purpose or destiny. Mystical beauty, Jude...

Lin

You are into some deep stuff! I see manna too. Listen to your true love!...

Thanks for the birthday wishes;-)
ck line 2-too far off-

There is so much to "read" into this poem, Jude; and a great deal to learn as well. A most meaningful and compelling offering. Thank you for sharing it. Love and peace to you,

Regis