Prayer
Death does not choose you at random.
It approaches at your pace, rumbling
downhill or floating in the air,
debris or dandelion fluff,
concealed yet evident.
Listen: a small cloud bumps another,
merging into one larger being —
can you hear its ecstasies?
All the world’s souls, gathered.
Death is apart of life one can not exist without the other.
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So true!
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I hope it is like one cloud bumping into another…transferring from this use of energy into another, with ecstasy.
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That’s mine, too. Energies to ever expanding ecstasies. 🙂
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Your description is truly wondrous
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Thank you, Ivor. One can but speculate…
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thanks very much, Janice.
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Death comes often and hopefully quick but comes nonetheless.
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We may put it off a bit, but inevitably…
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Hopefully it just knocks at my door as I gaze like an Emily out a lonely virgin window…
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We’ve waved to each other in passing, but thus far I’ve not heard the knock.
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I think the world needs more poets but hopefully they stay outside..
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Cloud merge – beautiful metaphor for death of the body I’m currently held in – and that image is perfect, pink petals like hands praying.
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I’d like to have a little of the suppleness of clouds, the ability to merge. The photo jumped out at me and I knew it was the right one.
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Love the tone, the title, that last line!!! A prayer to remember, say out loud. Is it new?
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Thanks, Lynne. Yes, it’s new. Something that spilled out in May…
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A lovely image, Bob.
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Thanks, Cate!
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Nice imagery, Bob.
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Thanks, Ken!
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One thing is certain, it chooses us all!
A lovely imagery Robert.
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There’s no denying that! Thank you.
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Since I can’t die the way I want, in a Tokugawa Era sword fight outnumbered five to one…I’ll settle for death by snu-snu (see Futurama).
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Ha! I just had to look up snu-snu.
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I humbly petition any/all gods daily that Michelle Yeoh. Lauren Tom, and Maggie Cheung will do me the honour of snu snu-ing me right through the floor; in any order or grouping!
May Most Holy, Radiant, and Beneficient Amaterasu O-mikami Herself hear my plea and grant me this final earthly account…
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a gathering of souls…death is harvesting
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That is certainly one way of looking at it.
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I’ve written extensively about Death in my novel Celeterra. It is an intriguing, singular event.
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It rarely happens to us twice. 😐
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All the world’s souls gathered…nice, I like that.
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So pleased you like it. Thank you!
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It is the ones left behind that are lost
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May you find comfort on your journey.
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Thank you
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This is profoundly comforting.
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Thanks very much!
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Brilliant.
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Thank you!
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Something lovely about death approaching at one’s pace. More reason to slow down 😊
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Which may explain why I move so little. Ha!
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Very wise!
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😜
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Wow
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Thanks!
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Is this new? One of my favorites by yours. ‘You cant choose how you were born, but you can choose how you’re going to die whenever it occurs.’
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Yes, thank you. It tumbled out onto the page in May.
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Ah I see, have seen a little part that usually says when the poem was first published if they are old, so thought it may have been new. Amazing poem again!
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I occasionally post new work.
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This poem was beautiful love your adjectives
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Thank you!
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“Debris or dandelion fluff” is so great, RO — destruction, creation, ineffable, inexorable.
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Thanks, SJ. They can be equally devastating, don’t you think?
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you very much!
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🤔
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Thank you!
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Death is part of living. Nice one
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Yes! Thanks very much.
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