A Parting Gift OR Mind-Body-Spirit, Bottom Line
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A new poem today as I work my way through New Year blues, and try to rise above them. Oh, I will get there, but it becomes so much harder as the years pass...
As regular readers well know, I do not subscribe to any religion although I think of myself as a pantheist relating closer to Earth Mother. I was once asked if I feared death as I envisage no Heaven. Well, I don't fear death as such, only any pain that might come first. The human spirit, though, lives on in the hearts and minds of any it has touched during a person's lifetime and it's that posthumous consciousness I see as a kind of afterlife, our parting gift to a common humanity of which, for better or worse,we play a part all our lives.
Many if not most of us look back on our lives as we grow old, good times and bad, wondering if we could have done better, and if we have made any real difference at all; questions to which few of us have all the answers, only shadows; We can but hope our being here has made some difference to someone, somewhere, and for the better.
A new poem today as I work my way through New Year blues, and try to rise above them. Oh, I will get there, but it becomes so much harder as the years pass...
As regular readers well know, I do not subscribe to any religion although I think of myself as a pantheist relating closer to Earth Mother. I was once asked if I feared death as I envisage no Heaven. Well, I don't fear death as such, only any pain that might come first. The human spirit, though, lives on in the hearts and minds of any it has touched during a person's lifetime and it's that posthumous consciousness I see as a kind of afterlife, our parting gift to a common humanity of which, for better or worse,we play a part all our lives.
Many if not most of us look back on our lives as we grow old, good times and bad, wondering if we could have done better, and if we have made any real difference at all; questions to which few of us have all the answers, only shadows; We can but hope our being here has made some difference to someone, somewhere, and for the better.
A PARTING GIFT or MIND-BODY-SPIRIT, BOTTOM LINE
As
we grow old,
so,
too, find us chasing shadows
across
the mind;
memories
come to haunt us
for
good and ill;
dreamy
days, nightmare days,
in-between
days,
mind-body-spirit
left to make sense
of
it all
As
we grow old,
years
like passers-by try to read
our
changing faces,
leave
us asking of time and space
just
how much
of
all they see (or think they see)
is
fact, wishful thinking,
or
home truths we’ve spent a lifetime
hiding
from
As
we grow old,
our
shadows deepen, linger longer
as
if daring us
to
catch them like butterflies
in
a net,
no
harm meant, but pleasure spent
in
showing nature
who’s
king-pin, aware of Earth Mother
looking
on
As
we grow old,
so
tearfully we’ll recall butterfly wings
on
a bedroom wall,
rare
species, a collector’s boast
for
catching the most
in
Class 3 B, earning a gold star,
one
in the eye
for
living things bright and beautiful, great
and
small
Ah,
but butterflies
enjoy
but a brief life span, while old age
(if
chasing shadows)
homes
us in on splendid dawns,
starry
nights,
sunny
days of love, laughter,
family
and friends,
where
a rolling landscape of mind-body-spirit
never
ends
Mortality,
it catches up
with
all live things, its kinder shadows
lending
wings
to
rise above time and space,
access
realms
of
least explored consciousness
and
spirituality;
passport
to eternity by way of life’s parting gift
to
humanity
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2020
Labels: culture, death, eternity, hope, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, nature, nurture, Pantheism, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, religion, spirituality, time
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