always around me
mine is the way of water
as it carries me
even as dust I will know
the pure state of beginning
A traditional Japanese death poem is most often written in the form of a tanka. Per Wikipedia: “The writing of a poem at the time of one’s death and reflecting on the nature of death in an impermanent, transitory world is unique to East Asian culture.” An excellent resource can be found in Japanese Death Poems, compiled by Yoel Hoffmann. While I do not dwell on this topic, I have considered it, and I’m sure that I have some in one form or another in my archives. I don’t plan on leaving any time soon, but here’s another.
Shared with Day Five at napowrimo.net (off prompt)
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Excellent tanka!
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🙂 Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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I think we return to our elements too. Yours is definitely water. (K)
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It is. I think I sealed that deal while scuba diving in the 1980s-1990s.
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Lovely tanka. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Death is a topic that weighs heavily on my mind at the moment. Not long ago, I had a vision of my (close to 100) grandma. Her husband and son, who already passed this stage, were calling on me to help her transition. So I held her hand in spirit, while she drew her last breath. Though it was a peaceful event, I did cry afterwards, because I miss my Gran.
Spirits played a trick on me though, as my Gran is still here to this day (I’ll hopefully get to see her in less than 10 days) 😉
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I’m sure love will abound when you see her.
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Oh, I am sure it will. She has a very special place in my heart 🙂
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