...or be recycled into new life linked by an energetic thread of continuity that does not end, perhaps, as Autumn is surely necessary to allow another Spring.
Yes! Thank you, my friend.
or as in a favorite remark made by Rabindradath Tagore:Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Ah, Tagore. I remember that years ago, deep deep in the past millennium I photographed a passionately kissing couple on a bench near a memorial of Tagore in Balatonfüred (Hungary).No, I never published this lovely photo. :)
Death is not the end, it is part of the cycle of life which always results in renewed growth.http://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/10484119304/
Thank you for the link, CherryPie. The photo is impressive and I do see your point and tend to agree.For the very leaf, animal, flower, person that dies I suppose the end is ultimative, though. And that's fine.
It surely is a part of life, but it still hurts.
Yes and yes. The latter sometimes more, sometimes less.
No RIP for meNo wormy dusty nestEven if it's cosyI don't intend to restFor all eternityMy job will be to runA spiral galaxyFar away from this sunIn the ground I won't goOr be blown to the windsAnd return recycledMy wings say No and No.CPG
Thanks for that, Claude!And no. No RIP for you. :)