All the words flow out unable to
Postpone death.
The inevitable last breath will
Happen.
This I know.
Which songs will you not ever hear again?
What faces will your mind’s eyes never touch again?
Family, beloved ones, lovers, kind
Strangerfriends,
Flow in, out,
A swallowed sip of spicy, sweet
Momentary lingering,
A fleeting hug holding
A warm imprint
Then
Off inside another experience.
Have I widened the lens to
Pay attention through
A loving gaze?
Vastness,
Shadows,
Shaded by light.
Birds sing unapologetically
Sun warms skin,
Scent of a new day,
Feeling bees buzzing,
Green leaves, shades of green
Climb, quiver everywhere
Clusters of fuchsia, light purple,
White blossoms, lavender flowering
Hopeful plants.
A love prayer I offer
Walking tenderly here in these
Mountains of spring knowing you
No longer wake up to sunshine
Streaming in windows and I will
Not ever
Hold your vibrating voice.
Visceral belonging
Fills my soul, this human being
Inside a
Mandala of planet earth.
Here.
Gone.
Laura, I really love this my dear friend and poet
Thank you so much, Larry, my friend!
Thanks for these words that resonate so well to me, something I wrote about in one of my articles a while back. Heartfelt for sure!
Thank you so much, Lynn, for your kind words of feedback. I find deep peace in the acceptance of death-my own and others. Frees me to live-here, now with loving kindness, compassion, even joy. Can you share the link to your article which spoke to these ideas? I’d enjoy reading!
Wow really loved your poem!
Thank you so much, Eva!