As a bubble in
a stream
a phantasm
a dream.Who knows how and where
the sweet dew
of mortal life
will…make manifest.In life do we notice?
Yes! But life is eternal
Isn’t it?
Right now never ends!With a crash or a thud
or a slow dribbling
away.
Life breath stopsEternal night? – a fantasy.
Opening palms skywards
the sweet dew
remains
in our deepest Heart.
This is for Rosie who met a tragic end the other day and for Grant, My Luminous Friend, who took his last breath a year ago. My thoughts for those who watched the breathing stop. And still the ‘sweet dew’ remains. In the words of Neil Sedaka, Breaking up is hard to do.
And thanks to Mark, once again, for his photograph.
What a beautiful poem and tribute to the memory of friends recently gone or not so recently. Thank you.
And thank you Jeannine for taking the time to leave a comment. As always much appreciated and I welcome comments generally. window.
Rev. Master Mugo – Thank you.
And thank YOU. Rev. Master once said to me, after I told her how I’d climbed up a Tor on Dartmoor while in the UK, “you like high places don’t you Mugo”. I do indeed, they are uplifting of one’s spirits. I think we share that.