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WHY MOURNING Do you know anyone who doesn’t die? Who hasn’t died? Who will not die? Not I. How to accept? Not mourn? Think through to not have pain, (For pain seems fruitless), for To not accept Is like rejecting sun and moon, Existence, proven, measured, seen. Do I lament when atoms split? Grieve, regret, Have sadness that I can’t get over. Nover* Doesn’t. Pain [we have] when others die – That ‘other’ human, cow or dragonfly. The local forester sawed down a fir Which was for sure, A hundred fifty years or more. I mourned, Stump and its rings all it passed down. Is it absence or remembrance? Is it longing for a something now a non-thing non-existing? Is it clinging to a someone Over whom we have no power, Never had? Could it be wrong-er? Fate and destiny his, hers or its Through all of time and history. I cannot think of one good reason Vindicating mourning. Were we meant for suffering? Though I [clearly] cannot clarify, We’re seeing wrongly, Thinking strongly wrongly, Wrought of ego’s braggadocio, The hallowed hoaxer of emotions. *Nover: me, born Arlene Faith Nover Why Mourning 11.4.2017 Birth, Death & In Between III; Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Egos; Arlene Corwin
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
Why Mourning
WHY MOURNING Do you know anyone who doesn’t die? Who hasn’t died? Who will not die? Not I. How to accept? Not mourn? Think through to not have pain, (For pain seems fruitless), for To not accept Is like rejecting sun and moon, Existence, proven, measured, seen. Do I lament when atoms split? Grieve, regret, Have sadness that I can’t get over. Nover* Doesn’t. Pain [we have] when others die – That ‘other’ human, cow or dragonfly. The local forester sawed down a fir Which was for sure, A hundred fifty years or more. I mourned, Stump and its rings all it passed down. Is it absence or remembrance? Is it longing for a something now a non-thing non-existing? Is it clinging to a someone Over whom we have no power, Never had? Could it be wrong-er? Fate and destiny his, hers or its Through all of time and history. I cannot think of one good reason Vindicating mourning. Were we meant for suffering? Though I [clearly] cannot clarify, We’re seeing wrongly, Thinking strongly wrongly, Wrought of ego’s braggadocio, The hallowed hoaxer of emotions. *Nover: me, born Arlene Faith Nover Why Mourning 11.4.2017 Birth, Death & In Between III; Nature Of & In Reality; Revelations Big & Small; Circling Round Reality; Circling Round Egos; Arlene Corwin
Two days ago it as All Hallowed Saints Day, or the Day Fo The Dead. It prompted this.
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arlene-corwin
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
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