Death and Life

It seems to be so. How one feels alive again in spirit, does anyone have AN answer? There are so many. I one is free of pain, then there is not much to worry about, and by pain one means both physical and mental pain. Loosing someone very close is both, and takes that strange silent idea of an element-time. While one aches it is of no help whatsoever, but if one can write poetry, then one has the germ of a cure right there before one, and using it the letters we write make metaphorical ladders out of the abyss of loneliness and lead towards the joy one knows deep down lies latent, but must be woken from its numbness. I answer so, as I believe the poem was not merely rhetorical. This came yesterday on the 'norsk' poets daily poetry (It is written in a particular dialect, but Blanka will understand it) KAN DU HUGSA...................CAN YOU REMEMBER Kan du hugsa......................Can you remember etter eit tungt døger............after a heavy day at også dine tårer............... that your tears also er dropar av lys?..................are drops of light Så god morgen....................So good morning Også i dag...........................today too er du til. Bare det.................you are here (you are still alive)just that er eit lys.............................. is a light. by Helge Torvund.........( hope he doesn't mind me showing this to you?) I thought that fitted here too. Love to you and I hope you see the 'light' even through your tiredness. Ann of Norway

A lovely piece that portrays how you feel, therefore never lose sight of what you are, You are spirit first that has things to learn here and those lessons are so hard sometimes, that we may buckle under their weight, you are learning and at the same time you are teaching others, in your portrayal of your feelings you are helping others to cope and you are there showing them that although you are deep in grief, you can still be Electric Blue. To see the sun then feel it's warmth, or to feel the warmth then see the sun, you just look inside Little Blue and you will find your own Sun, Yours Ian.T

how long did I ponder this my whole world waiting in the arms of someone well not me I need to be in my own arms and am just learning this to throw my self into self not selfishly asking for something that you want and or need is correct but pin this to an ideal of someone sometimes for me was wrong took me years to come out of relationships going over all details and then today realizing i dont see anything at all hardly that pin that is not there holding me in place the past in place but to let go like that old saying when I was a kid in school that I hated "if you love something set it free" what I thought was important flew away and never came back because I thought I was the problem (might have been told this too a bit) someone told me to read the comments here that maybe people here cared about me I practically live here too so I did today and was shocked amazed now If I threw all this away for someone I still hang on too (and yet shoved away) I would be left with a space to fill with new interests hobbies maybe perhaps bigger Life space like in Gigabytes Ive been stuck before propping people up and in doing so using them as a leaning post for things that needed doing in my life like breathing looking around having fun and god forbid for me ha ha taking risks and finding out new things about myself I count on your light shinning Maggie thats what I count on

Between the two of you I do believe that you have made statements in verse that will echo through and be of sound advice in that it shows in its entirity a wisdom that comes through sorrow and life's lessons, I wish you both all the truth and love that you both deserve, Yours, as always, Ian PS:- I knew that the change to a rose was for a reason.

Your pain is well expressed and paints a disturbing picture for me, but also reminds me that I believe in reincarnation which is a joyful thought to me. There is much wisdom in the thoughts that Orgami has shared with you. Sorry I haven't written for a long while but I was dealing with some personal problems, a surgery and an illness. I intend to be around alot more often now. Love, Cat

glad that poetry finds us personal anyway read your poem and its a great poem dealing with the issue of pain and want and expectation and that special ness we want of I agree that between all the comments here are good advice Men can drift I usually have been here and there and all over I applaud those who commit and give of their lives whole for anything im me here writing here holding hands with Lori from time to time been a few places had a few relationships value in history and in the future great poem Maggie

this poem is beautifully laid out. I particularly enjoyed the last two stanzas, such beautiful words, my friend, from your wise heart. I remember the feelings you describe in your 3rd and 4th stanza, and have once tried to express them like this: Eyes to see me Ears to listen to me Arms to hold me Do I ask too much? I long to rest in The sound of your heartbeat The warmth of your limbs The solidness of your body Hugs, ~Nina

The circle of life wouldn't be complete without life and death which seem to balance the beauty of what it means to be alive in the physical world, or in the world after death and before the next life form we assume. Lovely poem Maggie, you've added a layer to the eternal quest for the meaning of life and death. Cheers, Tania

Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. BBC had a programme clled "That's Life" and sent this poem:- by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Inscription on a gravestone in an English churchyard.