A poem for life shared

This past year, I have had two beautiful people in my life pass on. Months apart, both from fatal head injuries during a hike in a foreign country. Both men were light warriors, who gave so much while they were here on Earth. The impact of their lives is evident by the outpouring of love and appreciation after their death.  It is beautiful to see my communities come together to honor these men, and the love they shared.

As I drew a picture in my head, I wrote this to capture the feeling:

FLOWERS GROW

FROM THE LOVE THAT WAS SHARED BY

THE END OF A LIFE

AS IT WAS ONLY A CLOUD

PASSING BY.

WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT

TO SHINE A LIGHT, THE CLOUD MELTS

GIVES WAY TO THE RIPPLES

AND LIFE BEGINS

AS THE FLOWERS GROW.

 

 

As I visualize how I am feeling, I see water.

Droplits coming down, and creating a ripple in a small pond. The droplets fall, small and consistent, and the ripples move outward and outward, large and slow.

The water is coming down from the sky, a cloud. I remember what I have heard before, a cloud celebrates by destroying itself. Rain. Death.

The sun is coming out from behind the clouds. Light. A force that brings clarity, change, appreciation, love.

The ground is blessed with water, that gives life to flowers. Beauty created by change.

Flowers line the shore, and beauty has been given a name, a color, a smell. Birth. Created by the destruction of a cloud.

 

Sat Nam and Namaste, Max and Hari Simran

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Photo Credit: Stellarsky and Martin Kuhn