...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.
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. :)
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.
No RIP for me No wormy dusty nest Even if it's cosy I don't intend to rest For all eternity My job will be to run A spiral galaxy Far away from this sun In the ground I won't go Or be blown to the winds And return recycled My wings say No and No.
...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.
ReplyDeleteYes! Thank you, my friend.
Deleteor as in a favorite remark made by Rabindradath Tagore:
ReplyDeleteDeath 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).
DeleteNo, 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.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/10484119304/
Thank you for the link, CherryPie.
DeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteYes and yes. The latter sometimes more, sometimes less.
DeleteNo RIP for me
ReplyDeleteNo wormy dusty nest
Even if it's cosy
I don't intend to rest
For all eternity
My job will be to run
A spiral galaxy
Far away from this sun
In the ground I won't go
Or be blown to the winds
And return recycled
My wings say No and No.
CPG
Thanks for that, Claude!
ReplyDeleteAnd no. No RIP for you. :)