Spoken & Shared

The ache in my bones is but a splinter compared to the stake in my mind. The throbbing hum of pain reflects from one shimmer of light to the darkest recesses… The sorrowful song of days long gone & squandered linger as I gaze back at a life lived in full.

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

Full days, full nights, full cups. Cups of beer, of wine, of spirit. Spirit of love, of loss, of triumph, of defeat. Why is it the triumphs were short-lived? Why is it the defeats gave us so much more?

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

Long has this life been. Long smiles, long frowns, long, bellowing laughter, long, so long streams of tears.

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

This, all this for “A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime.” It is up to each to figure out the meaning of that line. But I’ll tell you my Truth, if your Heart’s ear one day I may find.

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

The reason of our lives can only be found in Death.  For Death is the guiding light, the solemn, beautiful reminder of how precious this profoundly, perfect imperfection, is.

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

A season in our lives lasts not as long as the seasons around us.  They can be as but the blink of an eye while the waves from them last for all eternity.  A season comes when it does, and leaves as it does, much like we do in our sacred Death.

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

A lifetime is time enough for the Soul that inhabits it, and all it needs.  A lifetime, like the season and the reason, is marked with Sweet Death, for only through Death will we have truly lived.

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

Fear not Death.  Fear nothing but God, for God is Love, and Love is the great champion and conquerer of all.  Through Love, we can overcome and be great, through Love, we shall live on, though we each shall fall.

Words spoken, words shared, words remembered, words forgotten.

Fear not Death, nor harbor it any anger.  Fear nothing but God, for God is Love, and that feeling beneath the anger, the frustration, the sorrow, the feeling cradling it all, is but Love.  And Love costs only the silencing of our Ego, which only fears, that it is in fact, nothing, nothing at all.

 

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