Reply To: Course: Give Back Generation – Lesson 7

[Tamasea]

After the passing of my boyfriend’s dear friend, I have found myself often contemplating death. For some reason I feel closer to it now than I have ever felt before and I’m not saying that I’m going to die soon but rather that I am always on the edge of life and death and that any moment could be my last in this life. This closeness has brought me to a far deeper amount of appreciation for the astonishing beauty of being alive on this earth and my heart has felt a greater depth of love as the everyday subtleties become moments of blessings.

Here is a poem that I wrote to the Mother:

This fear of being torn from you still riddles through my soul and body

I know one day I have to go and grow
and how it pains me to leave you

I cling with all my might
but know I have to go

No force I have will keep me here

For one day I have to go

How it saddens me, how I will miss thee

For one day I have to go

Will I be back with you one day,
I pray

Will I be back with you to play
and sway, in your winds and seas

Oh Mother, must I really leave you one day

How it brakes my heart to say goodbye