Going Deeper
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I.
i am not sitting at the edge
of a cliff, but sliding into this world
where dead birds are as beautiful
as sunsets, the passing of moments
of life, each kaleidoscope turn
glass beings circling one another
forsaking or embracing the design
and i am the space between them
making the connections
of a cliff, but sliding into this world
where dead birds are as beautiful
as sunsets, the passing of moments
of life, each kaleidoscope turn
glass beings circling one another
forsaking or embracing the design
and i am the space between them
making the connections
II.
give me my daughter’s fear
give me my husband’s anger
give me my sadness
i may lose hair
i may lose sleep
but i am a river
meeting their turbulent edges
vibrations transmitted to the deepest
part of me, my family trembling
‘please make it stop’
and i meet them again
with love for their pain
and space for my own heart
to be cut and washed again
the edges no longer sharp
but soft with understanding
give me my husband’s anger
give me my sadness
i may lose hair
i may lose sleep
but i am a river
meeting their turbulent edges
vibrations transmitted to the deepest
part of me, my family trembling
‘please make it stop’
and i meet them again
with love for their pain
and space for my own heart
to be cut and washed again
the edges no longer sharp
but soft with understanding
posted by mermaid at 11:10 PM
6 Comments:
These words are so extremely touching.i would have love to hold this river in my arms to feel like what it feels within its insides....
Though i have had a happy childhood, i have encountered pains - as it presents in life and in loss; anger- sufficiently enough to scorch this world; sorrow - profound enough to bring me to secret doors of reality.
Through breath and contemplations my ship of my soul sailed through tempests of Maya's and maha maya's...then, one day the ship got wrecked.And with that the last securities to which i was clinging was gone, the fear has gone, sorrow as i know it was gone, all vanished in that death.
In that death was a great blessing....and the sweet taste of indescribable freedom seeped into every part...it came from everywhere, like some thing sacred thatis untouchable.And your life turns 360° arround..you have no more the same eyes or ears. you taste no more things in the same way.When pain comes, you feel it, and your spaces can take it, as it would -with anything else..... it would take it like it would with with a sunrise.
Life has been rushing me into things, but, death has made it still.
I have only my own experience to relate to.....
the path you 've been taking is a beautiful one, because it co-exist with everything arround it.......
" the edges no longer sharp, but soft with understanding(s)."
mille pranaams to you.
j
nb: as usual my long verbosities....
Dead birds, beautiful sunsets, the passing of moments....we experience so many little losses throughout our days.
How can we really embrace life if we aren't willing to embrace death as well?
We can't possibly know one without it's opposite.
Such honest and heartfelt words you write.
Much love to you xo
but sliding into this world
where dead birds are as beautiful
as sunsets, It gives a cold feeling but this is what the world is at present
J, Pranaam, prana. This life force takes on many forms, and i am learning how to let it flow freely.
Jaime, there is an imminent death of an old me, and i thank you for being part of the funeral.
Sandy, not at all. The world is on fire, but i am water. And you are who you choose to be. My writing may seem cold when i am in a certain state, but it is a prelude to something beautiful. Everything changes, and eventually dies. I think it's a beautiful cycle.
Appreciating it all with open arms and dissolving edges.
Mb, as always, you understand.
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