Real life
Don't give me that shallowness
of ordinary entertainment,
flair and superficiality,
which are like farts of butterflies
as quickly vanishing as instantly forgotten.
All that is only lies, what people laugh at,
while real life is found among the dying,
in the drama and the tragedies of fighting for one's life,
which is the very highlight and the turning point of life,
the highest moment of supremest truth,
when death announces life's metamorphosis
from this life across all borders to another beyond us,
the living, while the dying only has the privilege
to see beyond and enter into triumph
his or her apotheosis and fulfilment
of the glorious liberation from all worries left behind.
Preparing her for that fantastic journey
is the best thing we can do for her,
adorning her departure with the warmest care
of lovely memories and tender love
transcending and surpassing all she ever had.
Thus can we make it certain that she will return
and even more: not even ever leaving us.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-12 at 09:49
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