On the death of a (friend's) son


BEREAVED

 

From rage to sadness

To a recognition of the fear.
Spring that never seems to come
Summer that limps and is too soon gone
Autumn’s golden wonder flashes, it's magnificent fall
Fades to a winter that underlined it all.

Another year, yet another year, years and years
Remembrance of laughter or only the tears? 
Where was the glory? Was there passion?
Was there a sense of fulfilling a mission?

Death strides the corridors where others creep
Run for the woods and valley’s 
Jump, spring, leap
Feel him at the edges when daring to sleep.
Yet, know it, without seeing or feeling it

What a fabulous world filled with fantastic beings

Hope is the life source 

For those beyond youth

Hope can rise eternal to reveal a truth
Truth is a banner that displays
When happiness truly here resides
Hope and happiness veiled but they abide.

From fear to truth from truth to bliss
Trust, have faith, believe
Experience this

The Time Between

Fear, plucking at the heart’s strings
Fear of the future, or lack of a future,
Fear of suffering.
Fearing the agony that future or it’s absence will bring.
Want to fly
Soar over mountains, far above forests,
Tossed in turbulence, cruising air currents 
Limping down the street.
Don’t want to see what resides in the eyes.
Mirrors are the enemy.
Listen, a baby. Is this destiny?
Each born to come here to this place.
Were there twists in the path that were not seen then missed?
Is it a punishment? 
If so, what was the crime?
Want to float on a chilly crystal lake? 
On a warm and sultry sea?
On a hammock, skimming scented blossoms in the garden of eternity?
Don’t let me leave, grip tightly.
Slightly dimmed, tinted memories floating on the periphery.
Hurt, slash, gashes dripping carmine
Practical arrangements are accusations of abandonment.
The days become diaphanous gowns with razors in the seams.
Resist. 
Deny desperation. 
Rejoice.
Hear the birds, listen to the trees, see the beauty in a stalking cat,
The bliss of childhood, the grace of puberty, the joy of young adulthood,
Coming to maturity, the dignity of later years’.
A toast to the wonder of breath, to blood flowing through vein and artery
To acceptance of the four noble truths,
To the essence of the middle way.
To giving thanks for the dawning and the setting of another day.
Drinking, smoking is avoidance, another way to ease the pain.
Terror is just an emotion, doesn’t have to cripple, proves life.
Life. 
Fare well.

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