any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
A few of the poems for this prompt have been along the lines of 'nothing new under the sun' - and it's this sense of repetition of mistakes which is galling. But you have twisted this around in a very Buddhist way: grief and death are as much part of life as beauty and joy, intrinsic and perhaps necessary.
A heartbreaking truth.. death has entered every house.. and I think no matter what the future might behold there are things the future cannot change. Love the wisdom that you shared.
what a sad tale... poor mama must accept death. I can't imagine the pain of losing a child
Oh! This was one of my favourite tales as a kid. How wonderfully you have used to for this prompt. ~Prajakta
This breaks my heart you know ~ Sadly death is still a constant in our life ~ Would we ever do away & overcome death in the future ? I think not, that is why life is very precious ~ I hope you are well Sumana ~
that handful of mustard seeds will never be found...as sad as it is that we are all touched by death and mourning, there should also be great comfort in the fact that we can (or should at least) share in each others pain and lend comfort to each other.
death is unavoidable...a hard truth...it finds us all at different times...and different places, different phases of life...the last two lines in italics really put a point on this as well...
This is the sad truth we all must live with. Death finds every household....and I don't think any of us are ever ready. I like the line "Under the moon, there is meaning." Perhaps the moon can also give a bit of solace in time.
This is a very poignant tale, Sumana. Sadly death is something we can count on in the future, as now.
This is beautiful Sumana. It's wisdom is irrefutable, definitely death is part of life. Lovely writing.
there is waiting under the moon...and who knows what those seeds finally grow into...
I know I left a comment about waiting under the moon for the only way forward. If you find it, please erase this one. I am moved by the experiential learning that the mother must do which put her in touch with so many along the old ways. Wisdom, again, about what is so precious and always fading.
..under the moon there is waiting....and hoping...lovely poem
And so true.. it is only likely the human animal that sits and worries and even meditates about death....When most all the other animals simply live in existence now forever.. never ever seeing death...Amazing we will be afraid of something.. we will never see..And the only animals sing a brave tune of free.. never afraid of a dark they cannot see..:)Ah. the imagination of humans what dreams and nightmares it brings to the illusion of past and future and even the present of now.. in dreams of illusion...come reality for not even now....
Very thoughtful.....and yes an all time truth.....
I like how timeless this poem reads.
Beautiful . . . lovely comforting words.
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