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    Amen!

    The body released, as it's taken away
    Into the waters, so strangely obscure.
    The lungs, crystallized with salt blocking the way
    To pure air forever – life's so insecure!
    You're ready to go, leaving all this behind
    Oblivious to what you are going to find.

    And now, somewhere else, the time has been slowed,
    Remembering at last the source of your sin,
    You are terrified in your formless abode –
    The traitorous voices scream from deep within.
    What comes after death? You've been told it's pure light
    Yet everything's dark and so chilly inside!

    All of the pain, the terror, the strife,
    Races through spirit, trapped still in its dream,
    All of the nightmares – each life after life –
    Remembered at once, in one endless stream.
    You've failed to awaken – death has no use,
    The body is left not through death, but through Truth!

    The spirit screams silently – horribly screams! –
    With billions of voices – familiar each...
    As long as it's lost in its own wicked dreams
    The Heaven remains so far out of reach.
    You're hurled back into "life" to try once again,
    "Am I so forsaken!?" – voice whispers: "Amen!"


    Reply/continuation to Tanner's "Drowning".

  • #2
    So I can't just drown and be done with it? Sheesh.

    What a nightmare. Duelling hells.

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    • AnatoliyS
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      Nope, it was your idea to start the cycle, now it is your responsibility to end it properly!

  • #3
    AnatoliyS, A beautiful exquisite continuation of Drowning. Your rhyming seemed effortless and not contrived. As a non-rhymer I am astonished. You have raised many philosophical issues therein.

    AnatoliyS, The last 2 stanzas suggest that the drowning protagonist has been flung into Hieronymus Bosch triptych entitled, The Garden of Earthy Delights (modern misnomer). It may well be that the welter of a life's experience is replayed prior to the moment of physical death as a dizzying fast rate of speed (at least a snippet review of emotionally significant experiences). and then what? I want to do more thinking, writing about the bodily experiences of the drowning person at the end, and end of what?

    I don't know if you are familiar with my poem "To Consciousness" dedicated to and shared with the philosopher Colin McGinn. I will paste it here. I feel that consciousness and sentience may exist in many forms in plants and animals and perhaps other natural phenomena. I rarely get to dialogue with anyone about philosophical issues. FYI, I feel everyone takes consciousness for granted.

    From my perspective, I am not sure where consciousness is located. I am most willing to consider the possibility that it is not physically referenced in the human body, that it may intact exist outside of us. As you may well know, there are documented cases where people have died on the operating table and then felt themselves looking down at their physically dead body from above. I don't think this is a proof of god -nduced action, rather that the mystery of existence is I believe far more complex than anyone can possible imagine.

    Unfortunately work demands preclude my ability to work further on Drowning in the next couple of days, but I will as soon as possible.


    To Consciousness

    For Colin McGinn


    You are the white featureless room wherein
    Thought straight-jacketed and bewildered
    Examines its surroundings without walls

    Perhaps you are even lurking in the opaque
    Hearts of stones my oafish brothers who still
    Recall their former lives as bright fountains

    Were you there before the Big Bang quietly
    Waiting in an anteroom biding your time
    Predestined to emerge with the great swoosh

    Of inflation an unknown topological space
    Our paltry geometries of touch cannot fathom
    We cannot escape your impenetrable haze

    You are the ancient aether or a gravity wave
    That washes back upon our gathered memories
    A mysterious landscape we take for granted

    At the end will you be there to greet us or
    More like a contrary wind that pauses briefly
    To disavow scatter our names in the void







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    • #4
      Thank you for such a thoughtful comment, Tanner !

      ...has been flung into Hieronymus Bosch triptych entitled, The Garden of Earthy Delights...
      I might be too dense, but I hope this means reincarnation? At least that's what I implied at the end of the poem. The protagonist is implied to bu flung back into body, not necessarily a human body, or an earthly body.

      From my perspective, I am not sure where consciousness is located. I am most willing to consider the possibility that it is not physically referenced in the human body, that it may intact exist outside of us. As you may well know, there are documented cases where people have died on the operating table and then felt themselves looking down at their physically dead body from above. I don't think this is a proof of god -nduced action, rather that the mystery of existence is I believe far more complex than anyone can possible imagine.
      My view on this is that consciousness is not trapped in the body, rather the consciousness is conscious of the body, and so it is perceived. And yet, in a dream we are also conscious of many things.

      To Consciousness

      For Colin McGinn


      You are the white featureless room wherein
      Thought straight-jacketed and bewildered
      Examines its surroundings without walls

      Perhaps you are even lurking in the opaque
      Hearts of stones my oafish brothers who still
      Recall their former lives as bright fountains

      Were you there before the Big Bang quietly
      Waiting in an anteroom biding your time
      Predestined to emerge with the great swoosh

      Of inflation an unknown topological space
      Our paltry geometries of touch cannot fathom
      We cannot escape your impenetrable haze

      You are the ancient aether or a gravity wave
      That washes back upon our gathered memories
      A mysterious landscape we take for granted

      At the end will you be there to greet us or
      More like a contrary wind that pauses briefly
      To disavow scatter our names in the void
      A beautiful poem! Depending on what we consider as "The end", I think it might be "there to greet us", or be "more like a contrary wind that pauses briefly". What I would consider "True End" (implied in the last line of the 3rd stanza) ends all consciousness. And yet, language is beautiful, but also often faulty - what we understand as "consciousness" might as well be 2 different things!

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