Autumn dons a mask,
regales the changing season,
ignores Winter’s threat –
and I too, dance, brightly clad,
deny the nearness of death.
Autumn dons a mask,
regales the changing season,
ignores Winter’s threat –
and I too, dance, brightly clad,
deny the nearness of death.
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great poem!!
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Thank you very much.
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I find when I check out the obituaries, I am truly saddened when someone in their 40’s or 50’s dies too young…and then I see that many have lived into their 80’s. I always reflect at that moment that I could have died many times in the past, but here I am, still alive at 65. I count my blessings, even though I can’t dance anymore.
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Yes. I only dance in my mind now. It is amazing the things we have survived.
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Seems to me a sign of maturity to contemplate death, acknowledge its inevitability. I may just be associating maturity with old enough to have time enough apart from duties to let my mind wander …
Good poem, inspiration to make the most of each moment, make each a dance.
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Thanks Jazz. I seem to talk about dancing a lot – it was once such a big part of my life.
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I make a conscious effort to deny my own mortality. Lately, it’s not working so well.
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I know the feeling, Liz.
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“And I lay me down with a will” but I digress. I spend every moment inside my own head (which needs dusting) so there’s not much chance I’m in yours. I’ve been told that we are in denial of death because the unconscious can’t conceive of it as a reality. Depending on your philosophy, death is real and at the same time not real because there is no self to die. Its like the chicken/egg thing, no wait, its like the all aspirins are alike thing. No, its the unknown which is something we have to discover when we get there. And its inevitable so…….Bob’s your uncle. 😮
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Ha ha ha. Leave it to you to make me laugh. I have spent quite a bit of time at death’s side, and experienced some of the beyond (long story). Most days I am cool with it all, but back to a previous post this week – feeling crabby at the moment. This too will pass…just like gas.
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This too will pass, words of wisdom.
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Death is always near VJ. Have you ever read the Denial of Death by Ernest Becker? Its basically a light and fluffy beach read except for the fact that the author is a bit of a pessimist.
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I haven’t read it. Was just thinking today that death is always near but not all are aware of it. Chronic, debilitating illness gives one a new perspective.
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I’m sure it does. So what is your perspective? I remembered reading a book by Alan Watts and he wrote that a time will come when death will be good.
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Are you in my head, Mike? There are days when death is a promise, a reprieve from what I know will not end any other way. Ideation, they call it. Will, however, always reaches for life.
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Too heavy? Sorry.
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