tarkis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- None of it... not even.... words. words mean different things for many people.. the same word conjuring thoughts, memories. We know what the words mean technically.. death - the cessation of life in some form. death, dead, dying ... each bring their own energies or lack of. dark, gloomy, alone, street lamp glowing starkly on a wet empty sidewalk, no sound, fog rising covering.. mists, cemetary alone with old stones askew. and then there is the word died... I know the meaning.. I do. yet... it brings other words to my mind ... bright sunshine.. peace, Sineater, love, green, forests, laughter, dancing, gentleness, comfort, wild flowered meadows. the crossing over. there is nothing to fear in died. except for those left behind. when I awoke this morning... gentle rain. I am glad for this day... for its green is all the more vibrant. reminding me.... the past will not be repeated. none of it. 5 deer in the meadow, 2 adults and 3 younguns.... and the beat goes on 7:11 a.m. - 2006-08-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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