Tyler, This was …. simply beautiful imagery and versing. It started like the slow rise of the sun and passed as the last light of the day sizzles in the horizon. Except for the microphone part on the audio… lol. That was the ‘alarm that accompanies the sunrise’ and the ‘pangs of hunger that tell us we haven’t fixed dinner before it gets dark’. Reality. Gotta love it. Yep. In life, we can’t have the pleasing dreams without the nightmares. All is the varied and stimulating color of life. Which brings me to my comment on your wonderful use of words to create a poem on a dreamy image of life. I would discuss ( with my apologies to anyone who feels I should not assume the right to do so) the choice of image of “death is light… and life the fog obscuring it”. I love the imagery that death is a release, a relief, into awareness, lightness, and freedom. A light in the distance, or as you put it, “death is the light above it all”. I infer this light after life is not bright or full, but the combination of all the colors and intensities of life, and that moment of passing becomes like a prism that captures all those colors of life and converts them into a stream of light that is not bright, nor dark; not clear, nor clouded. It is all light, exposing everything we could not see or understand before… good and bad, happy and sad, dramatic and dull. A light so illuminating, yet pleasant without harshness or volume. Yes, it works for me that death is a revealing light. So I’m a good with your imagery on death. However, I’m a little conflicted to reflect on life as “a fog”. Even though we can be easily drawn to such a wonderful light at death, we cling not to a ‘dull gray fog’, but to the rich and textured tapestry that life offers, because the richness in the fabric of life we weave is not in the results but in the pull and stretch of each fiber. Yes, the unified light of that prism at death is alluring, but so is the colorful and stimulating journey towards it. But whatever the conflicts of imagery may create, your choice of words and phrasing are as magical and mysterious as life itself.
My friend, I am slow on responding, it's been busy and I've been ill, but man this means the world, again. I know I'm a broken record, but truly, what you contribute to this place is so foundational to what makes it so beautiful. Thank you.
Extraordinary and poetic imagery for the biggest threshold all of us will cross into the unknown. Thank you. Grateful for your dreams and gift of words.
I have done my best to learn to navigate change with less fear and resistance. Death is only another change, and fearing it will not ease its passage.
I have lots of vivid, often weird dreams, too. I wonder if anyone has ever explored the connection between creative people and vivid, remembered dreams?
So incredibly moving and beautiful. This really resonates. While I've had surface-level fear of death, at my core, I'm not afraid. I believe it will be a homecoming.
Yesterday while snuggling the most snuggly cat ever, I was thinking to myself that I believe our well loved pets were perpetually lonely people in their past life. And this is a reset for them to be filled with love and affection so that they can return again with their hearts and souls vibrating at a higher frequency the next time around.
"Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul ...", Emily Dickinson
This piece is so beautiful that I listened to it twice. Death could be replaced with Hope in Emily's poem and still be as beautiful.
I've ridden in fishing boats in the fog on the way to rocks where pelagic birds nested. Once, even following a whale in such a small thing. The boats would come into shore, unload their morning catch, give it a quick splash to wash, and we would be off. They were just big enough to hold 6. ... and I do not remember wearing a life jacket.
Ah, Newfoundland. Ah, peace.
Spotify has taken me on an ethereal trip with Jonsi. Such beauty today. Thank you.
What beautiful writing.
Thank you so very much for sharing this with us all today.
Kindest regards
Carol Power
Johannesburg
Thank you so much Carol. This one meant a lot to write, truly.
Death’s prism…
Tyler, This was …. simply beautiful imagery and versing. It started like the slow rise of the sun and passed as the last light of the day sizzles in the horizon. Except for the microphone part on the audio… lol. That was the ‘alarm that accompanies the sunrise’ and the ‘pangs of hunger that tell us we haven’t fixed dinner before it gets dark’. Reality. Gotta love it. Yep. In life, we can’t have the pleasing dreams without the nightmares. All is the varied and stimulating color of life. Which brings me to my comment on your wonderful use of words to create a poem on a dreamy image of life. I would discuss ( with my apologies to anyone who feels I should not assume the right to do so) the choice of image of “death is light… and life the fog obscuring it”. I love the imagery that death is a release, a relief, into awareness, lightness, and freedom. A light in the distance, or as you put it, “death is the light above it all”. I infer this light after life is not bright or full, but the combination of all the colors and intensities of life, and that moment of passing becomes like a prism that captures all those colors of life and converts them into a stream of light that is not bright, nor dark; not clear, nor clouded. It is all light, exposing everything we could not see or understand before… good and bad, happy and sad, dramatic and dull. A light so illuminating, yet pleasant without harshness or volume. Yes, it works for me that death is a revealing light. So I’m a good with your imagery on death. However, I’m a little conflicted to reflect on life as “a fog”. Even though we can be easily drawn to such a wonderful light at death, we cling not to a ‘dull gray fog’, but to the rich and textured tapestry that life offers, because the richness in the fabric of life we weave is not in the results but in the pull and stretch of each fiber. Yes, the unified light of that prism at death is alluring, but so is the colorful and stimulating journey towards it. But whatever the conflicts of imagery may create, your choice of words and phrasing are as magical and mysterious as life itself.
Life’s not one color
But color(s) of a rainbow
At death become one.
My friend, I am slow on responding, it's been busy and I've been ill, but man this means the world, again. I know I'm a broken record, but truly, what you contribute to this place is so foundational to what makes it so beautiful. Thank you.
Grateful you and your expression are in the world. This piece will be remembered on my transition from this place to the next.
Wow, thank you for this. Just thank you. You're so wonderful and I am so happy you are here.
Extraordinary and poetic imagery for the biggest threshold all of us will cross into the unknown. Thank you. Grateful for your dreams and gift of words.
Karen, thank you infinitely for this. I never feel I have a gift for anything, really, I just show up and try. :)
Tyler, the imagery in this one is *chef's kiss*
I LOVE A CHEF'S KISS!
This is so, so beautiful! Thank-you again for your words. I can't wait to receive my copy of The Never Was!
I cannot wait for you to get it. I think you'll absolutely love it.
Beautiful! Never been afraid of death or what’s next, this just makes it more profound and special.
I too have never felt that fear, just intense curiosity, but intense patience to learn.
I have done my best to learn to navigate change with less fear and resistance. Death is only another change, and fearing it will not ease its passage.
I have lots of vivid, often weird dreams, too. I wonder if anyone has ever explored the connection between creative people and vivid, remembered dreams?
Oooh, I Love this question you asked at the end. My brain has thinking to do :)
So incredibly moving and beautiful. This really resonates. While I've had surface-level fear of death, at my core, I'm not afraid. I believe it will be a homecoming.
Thank you Rachel, so much. Homecoming is the most amazing way to put it, and I share it with you.
Yesterday while snuggling the most snuggly cat ever, I was thinking to myself that I believe our well loved pets were perpetually lonely people in their past life. And this is a reset for them to be filled with love and affection so that they can return again with their hearts and souls vibrating at a higher frequency the next time around.
Ah, Heather ... a sigh and a warm hug to you.
This is such a beautiful outlook. Wow.
"Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul ...", Emily Dickinson
This piece is so beautiful that I listened to it twice. Death could be replaced with Hope in Emily's poem and still be as beautiful.
I've ridden in fishing boats in the fog on the way to rocks where pelagic birds nested. Once, even following a whale in such a small thing. The boats would come into shore, unload their morning catch, give it a quick splash to wash, and we would be off. They were just big enough to hold 6. ... and I do not remember wearing a life jacket.
Ah, Newfoundland. Ah, peace.
Spotify has taken me on an ethereal trip with Jonsi. Such beauty today. Thank you.
This is such a magical comment, and I am there with you on that boat. Just wow.
This is so beautiful.
So too, are you. :) Thank you so much.