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So strange the way we are larger...


Friday, October 02, 2009

There are so many different kinds of deaths in our lives....

I hope this resonates with some of you. Things are shaken up for me and David Whyte met me where i am this morning.



The Shell

An open sandy shell
on the beach
empty but beautiful
like a memory
of a protected previous self.
The most difficult griefs
ones in which
we slowly open
to a larger sea, a grander
sweep that washes
all our elements apart.

So strange the way
we are larger
in grief
than we imagined
we deserved or could claim
and when loss floods
into us
like the long darkness it is
and the old nurtured hope
is drowned again
even stranger then
at the edge of the sea
to feel the hand of the wind
laid on our shoulder
reminding us
how death grants
a fierce and fallen freedom
away from the prison
of a constant
and continued presence,
how in the end
those who have left us
might no longer need us
with all our tears
and our much needed
measures of loss
and that their own death
is as personal
and private
as that life of theirs
which you never really knew,
and another disturbing thing,
that exultation
is possible
without them.

And they for themselves
in fact
are glad to have let go
of all the stasis
and the enclosure
and the need for them to live
like some prisoner
that you only wanted
to remain incurious
and happy in your love
never looking for the key
never wanting to
turn the lock and walk
away
like the wind
unneedful of you,
ungovernable,
unnamable,
free.

-- David Whyte
(Everything is Waiting for You)
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WILDFLOWER- 10/2/2009 2:30PM

    Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.

Thank you for your support & I hope your struggling passes quickly.... *HUGS*

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SLASALLE 10/2/2009 1:06PM

    Maha, my friend. How amazing you are. Today is the third anniversary of my brother-in-law's death and I truly doubt that you remembered the actual day. Yet, here is your wonderful blog, right on point and so totally appropriate for my day.

I have forwarded to my family so that they, too, can share in such a thought-provoking poem on the anniversary of Tom's death.

As always, thank you for being who you are!!

Stephanie

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CARLI_MAE 10/2/2009 12:02PM

    What I find so wonderful about this piece is the implications of the first stanza, which are actually more hopeful than one might think upon the first reading, with the emphasis on loss and grief. The empty and open shell to me symbolizes not just death/grief as we commonly know it, but the kind of letting go/death that is necessary for growth, renewal, and expansion of our spirtual beings (or recognition of that expansion, as in reality, our Spirit is already all-encompassing, no?)
Love,
Carli

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SACTOKAREN 10/2/2009 11:06AM

    Wow - thank you for sharing. This hit me to the core.

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EMILYBEMENT 10/2/2009 10:54AM

    very moving, but very still in it's own right...


thank you

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JNEUBS 10/2/2009 9:48AM

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SLAYINGDRAGONS 10/2/2009 9:32AM

    That is beautiful! I am sorry you are in ´this place´ right now. I think that we all have these grieving times in regard to various things we lose. I have mine and I am so glad that I gain my footing once again and move forward choosing to live MY Life!
emoticon Go with the flow, girlfriend!

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PEACEFULONE 10/2/2009 9:31AM

    This has touched my soul and I thank you for that, and for the powerful, sad, happy memories it has evoked.

May peace, light, and hope come to you today!
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FLORIDASUN 10/2/2009 9:31AM

    Dear Maha:

This blog is so powerful to me. Grief does crack us wide open and exposes our core doesn't it? When we lost our Josh (our son only 22 years tender) I truly wanted to hurl myself right off the ship that we were notified on into the churning waters beneath. I wanted to be with him..wherever that might have been. I could not imagine how he could have left us when he knew how completely we were in love with him.

But after reading hundreds of books on the afterlife and always knowing myself that our soul preceeds and succeeds the fragile body I know that we are only here for a short time. I believe to learn our lessons or to teach our lessons...Josh was a teacher extraordiniare..from the time he was a tiny boy I always had the sense that he wasn't long for this world. I do know that he is STILL very much with me..just now in a different way.

I know that he has pushed me in a direction I never would have had the courage to venture into myself. I am grateful he gave me a mission, I don't like it very much because I'd much rather be with my pumpkin, but when the soul is called home it is time.

I hope that you can know how deeply beautiful you are and how deeply you are cared for and whatever burden you are carrying that we as your friends are always here to hold out our hands and our hearts! Blessed be! I printed out the poem and will hang it on my mirror..when I read it I will think of my beloved son and of you a dear friend and I will smile! emoticon emoticon

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