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Musings of a Mongoose - 7. Thoughts on Fading Fire

There should be poetry in death.

Beauty, in the inevitable, the destruction of all that we know.

For all fires fade, and even embers die.

Yet we fear it, adding as much fuel to the fire as we can.

To slow the chill, that we might live through the night!

For oh, to see the day again! Another sunrise, another bright splash of color, never seen before by our eyes!

Each sunrise dies the moment it arrives.

Fading before our eyes like the cascading waterfall,

never the same from moment to moment,

Every moment fleeing toward the next,

Like ripples on the surface of the water,

The march of death rolls on,

And though we try to escape it, there's none that can,

For death is always the victor in the fight.

And yet we live again! Another reprise in memory and record, never forgotten by those who cherished us in life!

Each memory fades as surely as the sun.

All we have are ripples.

All we have are lives.

To live from moment to moment, chasing death as it chases us.

There should be poetry in death.

And let the verse be one of life.

Copyright © 2017 Cynus; All Rights Reserved.
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Just now, BlindAmbition said:

This is beautiful. Can be taken in the literal, physical death. Also a metaphor for life. Moments and people fade and change.

Tonight was a spiritual experience with something... I don't know what it was. The universe itself? All the ghosts of my past coming together at once? Whatever it was, it compelled me to write this as soon as I got home... I'm grateful you appreciate it. Thank you.

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4 minutes ago, Cynus said:

Tonight was a spiritual experience with something... I don't know what it was. The universe itself? All the ghosts of my past coming together at once? Whatever it was, it compelled me to write this as soon as I got home... I'm grateful you appreciate it. Thank you.

We can have those moments. Whatever the experience, I hope it brings you understanding, clarity and peace.

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Cynus
3 minutes ago, BlindAmbition said:

We can have those moments. Whatever the experience, I hope it brings you understanding, clarity and peace.

It's doing even more than that. I've never felt so alive! It's like a gigantic piece of the puzzle has finally slid into place and I know how to move forward. I've felt stagnant for so long... I realize this probably doesn't make any sense, but... this is probably the most cathartic thing I've ever written. I just feel... unburdened.

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deville

Beautiful, there is an art to Death , an ending not an obliteration, that is the reason so many older cultures had texts on the Art of Dying. Death in the Tarot , implies an end and an increased sense of self awareness. A complete change of thinking/ perspective from an old way to one which is new. This poem captures all this and celebrates life. 

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6 hours ago, deville said:

Beautiful, there is an art to Death , an ending not an obliteration, that is the reason so many older cultures had texts on the Art of Dying. Death in the Tarot , implies an end and an increased sense of self awareness. A complete change of thinking/ perspective from an old way to one which is new. This poem captures all this and celebrates life. 

Thank you! I didn't know that about Tarot, but it certainly fits and I'm grateful for the new information. I've been thinking of how this story might lead to a sequel to "Rivers of the Dead" because of what you said about older cultures having texts on the Art of Dying. :)

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