Not as much of a cycle of life as a loop...from birth to birth, from womb to earth, to go from one mother, to another. Several good analodies and visuals.
Truly something to contemplate...although it reminds me of my wish to halt the aging and reverting to somewhere in between birth and death. If only each day would bring perfection rather than subjection to aging. Excellent write.
For some reason, this reminds me of the need to sufficiently reduce birth rates. A flaw in humans there is in reproductive manners with a great notion that the great masses cannot or will not learn what is in their best interest. As for the death cycle represented here in Awaiting the Moment, I see an ecological vision through the oak tree roots to bring about a rebirth of the web of existence for man's benefit. The survival of our species depends on enlightened, impartial love. This poem points out the need to nurture universal loyalties, Jude...procreation and the self-control of the number of offspring has a future...
Love,
Sage
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on October 9, 2007
Two births of juxtaposing, or even deaths of sorts.
A real mind bender.
Except, most blokes spend nine months trying to get out, and the rest of life trying to get back in....
for sure!! I agree and enjoyed this can't really remember birth (haha)but i am sure it has all the elements here as to with that of naturally dying, I guess even if unnatural there is a point of knowing holding on and releasing... the line about the dying man "visualizing life as a series of exits and entrances"...really stands out to me you give one alot to think on
Being birthed is an adventure into the new and dying is the same. being a fearless person about dying I welcome new adventure. Jude, you write with complicated ease and your genuis is appreciated. I will put this in my treasures. Thank you. It is a beautiful spirit who writes like this.
Love,
Susan
As for me, I see both the baby and old man
Inwardly smiling
Wondering about the mystery
Of what is to reemerge
With no choice but to await the moment
... Me too. I visited my mother's grave and churchyard yesterday lunchtime and I felt I was walking through pages of Thomas Hardy and Tess again. The continuity of it all, it made me weep as I stepped inside the church (hadn't been inside since the funeral last year), unchanged since early last century, I should think. All my mother's happiness and pain. My roots felt strong and I could almost smell my history and heritage. (And, BTW, "your" grave felt very alive as I wiped the autumn growth and debris from it!) :)) Funny... the whole episode was very much as you describe it here... Most certainly a centrifugal moment, a stillpoint through which all of past and future were holding together and joining forces...
But, Kartero, is it me feeling demob happy or are you intending some humour within your smile here?! "And an occasional wind of enchantment Is released from the bowels of creation", followed by "For he has learned to hold onto as much as possible While letting it all go" ????!!!!!!!!!!! Having dealt with babies and incontinent older parents, this is very graphic to me and yes, certainly raises more than a smile! :)) As you know, this is red rag to a bull when it comes to the workings of a farmer's daughter's mind; we are nothing if not earthy.
Go placidly about your circle of life while I'm gone. I believe this is the first in your Act 2 Dream Ku, having drawn a line beneath or a veil over all that has been revealed and accomplished so far. Like you, we await with baited breath what is to emerge or reemerge in the forthcoming scenes... Desiderata, Kate xx
I love this--the juxtaposition of the old and the young, the womb and the earth--the cradeling of life and death--the hands opened and closed--bridled and un-. The thought pattern is magical and beautiful--Charlie
Could it be that the soul of the old man passes as he dies into the body of the new born, to live all over again and learn and be nearer to the Shepherd with each new born step?
Georg
You connected the circle in an endearting way that brought the exhuberence to the moment that they deserve. I like your uplifting finish,of being excited over what will reemerge...
The entrance and the exit, the beginning and the end, the mystery they will both unravel is shared and comes together in the circle of life you illustrate here. Great write Jude.
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Love,
Sage
A real mind bender.
Except, most blokes spend nine months trying to get out, and the rest of life trying to get back in....
stan
Be safe,
Karen
The beginning, the end and both heading
towrds the unknown.
Peace Be with you
William
Love,
Susan
Inwardly smiling
Wondering about the mystery
Of what is to reemerge
With no choice but to await the moment
... Me too. I visited my mother's grave and churchyard yesterday lunchtime and I felt I was walking through pages of Thomas Hardy and Tess again. The continuity of it all, it made me weep as I stepped inside the church (hadn't been inside since the funeral last year), unchanged since early last century, I should think. All my mother's happiness and pain. My roots felt strong and I could almost smell my history and heritage. (And, BTW, "your" grave felt very alive as I wiped the autumn growth and debris from it!) :)) Funny... the whole episode was very much as you describe it here... Most certainly a centrifugal moment, a stillpoint through which all of past and future were holding together and joining forces...
But, Kartero, is it me feeling demob happy or are you intending some humour within your smile here?! "And an occasional wind of enchantment Is released from the bowels of creation", followed by "For he has learned to hold onto as much as possible While letting it all go" ????!!!!!!!!!!! Having dealt with babies and incontinent older parents, this is very graphic to me and yes, certainly raises more than a smile! :)) As you know, this is red rag to a bull when it comes to the workings of a farmer's daughter's mind; we are nothing if not earthy.
Go placidly about your circle of life while I'm gone. I believe this is the first in your Act 2 Dream Ku, having drawn a line beneath or a veil over all that has been revealed and accomplished so far. Like you, we await with baited breath what is to emerge or reemerge in the forthcoming scenes... Desiderata, Kate xx
"As he leans against an oak tree
He scans the valley and horizon
Visualizing life as a series of exits and entrances
Leading to cycles of warmth and cold
From wombs to gardens of soil"
Fee
Georg
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Edwin
Annie
Carmen