There is more to life than the living
I, like you, have seen heroism birthed after death
While skepticism runs in our gray matter roads
so does a deeper knowing and gnawing that keeps repeating the question
Doesn’t the nuances of this existence linger well after our voices fade?
-memories of souls, constants like stars guide us in the stillness
Can’t you feel that? That those who lived before us whisper in our ears
Have you not been touched by an intangible presence?
Even the written words in centuries long ago
scribbled and ascribed by candlelight, comfort and guide us.
It’s true that bodies can and will go to dust, but something remains
a cloud of witnesses that shadow us, protect us
I picture the long awaited rest that has come and I find I am smiling
they are free of pain and angst, running and moving with the wind
yes, this living is for those cumbered and bumbling with bodies not yet fluid
fighting to dream, fighting to realize fully and engage completely,
fighting to love unconditionally and take back the ground we wear on our soles
Hoping to redeem the days, longing to have the freedom of vapor
filling completely the void and lack
…but while we remain
we sing and chant mantras while marching in this space
to remember and consider those whose footsteps we trace
they have gone to perfect rest
knowing this truth ~ there is more to this life than the living