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The Soul of Maurice J. *[A dedication to Paul Lenzi]

14 Jul

*( written 5 yrs ago with another of my family’s  Patriarch’s Passing)

 

 It was three days

And three nights

Before he could rise again.

 

Death invites itself

Long before we receive

Its invitation.

 

The Soul with grace

And poise

Accepts the moment.

 

Who then is preoccupied

With judgement

Of this one;

 

Of this mist

That is dried by the sun

And returns as the pond?

 

The passage

Is insignificant

If balance has been achieved.

 

Only the witnesses

Are important

As another soul is freed.

 

 
17 Comments

Posted by on July 14, 2018 in Existential, Friendship, Life, Love, Prose Poetry, Spiritual, Zen

 

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17 responses to “The Soul of Maurice J. *[A dedication to Paul Lenzi]

  1. ZQ

    July 16, 2018 at 8:36 pm

    My grandchildren call me “Oompa”

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  2. thotpurge

    July 16, 2018 at 10:55 am

    So nicely done… this verse is haunting:
    Death invites itself
    Long before we receive
    Its invitation.

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  3. sanaarizvi

    July 16, 2018 at 9:51 am

    This is beautifully evocative. You depict an entirely new way of looking at death.

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  4. Brendan

    July 16, 2018 at 5:04 am

    My father passed a couple of weeks ago, and there were years of buildup to the moment – mythically rendered, though, it was three days and nights. I read this and watched him go. And yes, I agree dying is for the witnesses, death is just evaporation come back as tomorrow’s pond. Well done …

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  5. Vivian Zems

    July 16, 2018 at 4:58 am

    A strong message…we can’t RSVP death’s invitation. Amen for the souls freed..albeit one at a time.

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  6. dsnake1

    July 16, 2018 at 4:31 am

    very profound.
    quite right to take death as a release.

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  7. Magaly Guerrero

    July 15, 2018 at 9:04 pm

    The last stanza is brilliant… and true.

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  8. Therisa

    July 15, 2018 at 7:51 pm

    ZQ, the last stanza of this poem expresses how Death should be celebrated, as a release. Especially, having witnessed the slow and painful deaths of my oma (at 89 years old, to cancer) and dad (62 years old, brain death from a heart attack). Little over two years apart.

    Thank you, for your eloquence, in expressing this.

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  9. Truedessa

    July 15, 2018 at 7:15 pm

    witnesses to life, even after death comes calling..

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  10. Audrey M Howitt

    July 15, 2018 at 6:26 pm

    This is a wow for me–just fabulous!

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  11. gillena

    July 15, 2018 at 6:19 pm

    Profound write ZQ

    MUCH🌺🌻♥️LOVE🎀

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  12. Susan

    July 15, 2018 at 5:49 pm

    Wow! Love! Whether the water cycle or the resurrection, balance, balance toward freedom. How lovely!

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  13. annell4

    July 15, 2018 at 1:13 pm

    You have expressed another way to look at death.

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  14. Mary

    July 15, 2018 at 12:34 pm

    A deep message here, ZQ~

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  15. Sherri B.

    July 15, 2018 at 12:07 pm

    This is beautiful and heart wrenching in its truth about life and death.

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  16. Sherry Marr

    July 15, 2018 at 11:59 am

    This is quite wonderful. I attended a celebration of life just yesterday for a newly freed soul. I like your lines about death inviting itself long before we get the invitation. I do feel little hints of its arrival. Must sweep the door sill in preparation. It is always a pleasure to read you, my friend.

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  17. magicalmysticalteacher

    July 15, 2018 at 10:41 am

    Death: the great party crasher!

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