Tag: death

  • Ode to Misha

    Born in the forest
    Brought by her mother
    Fearful and timid
    Infested and starving
    She begged us to keep her
    This traumatised puppy
    So cute and appealing
    We couldn’t deny her
    The chance of a home

    But she tested our patience
    Destructive behaviour
    Unresponsive to love
    However we gave it
    Stealing food was her forte
    Disappearing at night
    To run wild in the woodland
    On the trail of the wild boar
    That her breed was bred for
    Returning exhausted
    To sleep on the sofa
    Unconcerned for her owners

    Yet slowly she bonded
    And accepted our family
    We knew she had come to
    Teach us some lessons
    Love grew as we learned
    Her curious nature
    Her orgasmic passion
    Her natural intelligence
    Her fierce independence
    Her elegant poses
    Her regal beauty

    The effect of her trauma
    Was always apparent
    her indifference to touch
    Till effects of her illness
    Softened her coolness

    As she needed our care
    She became very grateful
    Between hours of sleep
    She would hobble along
    For her walk and ablutions
    Dreamily sniffing
    For scent of the wild
    Find grasses for chewing
    Returning to climb
    The mountain of steps
    Then back to her bed

    As our love was growing
    For this sweet gentle creature
    Her life force was waining
    Towards tragic end
    The pain of deciding
    The sting of our guilt
    As we spoke to our vet
    And arranged for his service
    To put her to sleep

    She died in our arms
    To the words that we whispered
    Please forgive me
    I’m sorry
    Thank you
    I love you

    Repeated with tears
    At the graveside that evening
    On the edge of the woodland
    Where she felt at home
    We lowered her gently
    Sprinkling pink rose petals
    With candles alight
    And the moon as our witness

    A life ended early
    By infected sandfly
    Combined with her surgery
    Which caused too much stress
    On her highly strung system
    The shock of discovering
    She had Laschmaniosis

    That space where her bed was
    Her welcoming tail
    That I miss every morning
    Such a tragic farewell

  • What does the Universe want from me?

    A poem by Erica Sarzin-Borillo   (http://www.mythichealingarts.com/)

    To hold a candle in the dark and illuminate what could not be seen
    And often what would not be seen

    To hold hold a pic in the minds of men to get to soul…
    To get to Truth…

    To chisel away at the Rock of Ages
    Containing the living Beauty within

    To crack the nut of Life
    Of mine and of yours

    I guess I don’t care how dirty
    I get in the process
    If trouble is what it takes
    to get to the Center
    Then I am an advocate for trouble
    If chaos has to be entered into
    In order to find order
    Then you will find me there
    Hanging by a single thread
    Over the abyss…

    I may be a sensitive
    In the light of day
    But there is much to life
    that needs the inner goods
    And I guess I was born to this work

    I am coming back
    with a piece of Eternity
    A chunk of World Soul
    that time and again
    Gets forgotten
    by the puppet world

    Oh I know the game
    I’m no different than you
    You will find me well dressed
    In my Sunday best
    Gorging on this mock up life
    (You know , we want and we want
    But we don’t know
    what we really want)
    So we buy it all and we buy it up
    But there’s never enough
    of this puppet stuff

    I’ve had my fill of what cannot fulfill
    So weary as I am
    and nearing “the end”
    I’m going in one more time
    I’m heading in for the Immortal Soul
    The One with whom I fell
    Deeply and eternally in love
    The One who partnered
    with Eros himself
    And birthed the child called Joy

    This is how the story goes
    Such love cannot be bought or sold
    Such joy cannot be measured

    When I die my fellow man
    I pray I will walk hand in hand
    With my authentic Soul
    And with my last breath
    Thank God for the true life I led!

    ESB
    from “The House of Gathering”