#afterdeath
WHERE DOES THE SOUL GO AFTER DEATH?
Does it linger around the body for an hour?
Or
Does it vanish as soon as it leaves its master?
Does it wait a minute to collect broken fragments of memory?
Or
Does it feel impatient too and find everything temporary?
Does it segregate the desired ones and maybe mystics aside?
And
Make an art gallery of different photo albums or playlists so wide?
Or
Does it too feel sometimes, that these efforts are futile?
And
To just carry everything collected into a pile?
HOW DOES THE SOUL FEEL AFTER DEATH?
Does it sink, sighing sadly and think there's a reason?
Or
Does it exhale a laugh out and celebrate its escape from the prison?
Does it swing across extremes and overwhelmings?
Or
Is it granted the bliss of ignorance?
WHEN DOES THE SOUL DEPART AFTER DEATH?
Does it remain around for the same number of years all over again?
And
Age once its time, skin and muscles begin to strain?
Does it stay in this scent of air forever and later?
Or
Does it too, have its own expiry date?
WHAT DOES THE SOUL CRAVE AFTER DEATH?
Does it rush to visit everywhere it had wanted to but couldn't, list was long?
Or
Does it write all those unsaid words and send them where they belong?
Does it cross out all the things on the bucket list and realize how crazy, they drive?
And
Does it in its end (if there's one) finally experience how crazy, it is to be fully alive?
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
Oh, my dear loved one
I deeply feel you in my heart.
When all of my work in this life is complete
I look forward to sitting together on a green hill
Overlooking this Heaven most high.
Sharing, heart to heart
The memories and love.
.
My tears of Joy flowing
From the very first time we met in heaven, long ago
Sharing earth time together
Birth, laughing, playing, challenges, grief and growth
Becoming a comfort in each other's heart.
Such is the rising sun
Endearing thoughts of a heart remembering
With beautiful prayers of Love.
This expanding moment
Now comforts my heart.
Just knowing we can sit here on this green hill
In continuing, enduring peace.
Embracing across no time
In a moment of eternity.
My heart and soul are hopeful
Strengthening my resolve
To live fully within Love.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
You say and i heard -
the ease of this pain,
the taming of the winds.
Howling the unspoken,
never knowing the light of things
is easily dismissed.
An imagined feeling,
a dreamful wish and such fancies.
How many times have you visited
and left messages and crumbs?
Seeing the entirity
before it ended,
and your footprints lifting me
until i flew across the sky
this dead night in the daylight.
Every snake and folly trampled on
and the dirt roads travelled us far from each place,
led me back without you.
So i listen now,
the silent vows fulfill themselves
in time.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
Who Wouldn’t Mind Being Remembered?
Who wouldn’t mind being remembered?
It’s not the same as wanting fame -
Naiveté’s vanity its other name.
Who wouldn’t mind some impact?
An itch to reach out
Maybe teach, knowing one knows so little –
Naught at all – We are so small.
But art is there,
And impulse wants from within wants out,
Shouts quietly with word
When you yourself have disappeared.
Who Wouldn’t Mind Being Remembered? 8.16.2017
Birth, Death & In Between II;
Arlene Corwin
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC
They march
withered but undying
with mud
fallen sweetly on their faces.
A new sky and a tender wind
grant severance from the sea.
Haunt us no more
with your pikes and arrows.
Blend our moanings and call our names:
the sunflower,
the wind,
the moonshine breaks
a mirrored frame,
a knighted sky,
and iron cast in embroidered lace.
I lay my hopes in
a hinterland of grace/waste.
What will a soul bring
that a body cannot
in sorrow or in death?
When sentiments of corpses
hang high from windows
paneled by offense,
stars fall on broken strings.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC