If we practice dying through living truly, when death comes, it holds the expanse of wisdom that the exhalation of a final breath, with no further inhalation needed, has no fear.. nature knows the rhythms..
It takes the first death to loosen the shackles enough for that step to the edge of the cliff that allows us the primal scream and swan dive into our own faith... thank you for believing too ♥️🙏✨
And so, the greater the resistance to the idea of death is, the deeper the and stronger death’s arms and fingers grow inside of man to break his resistance. It gnaws him on the inside through pain and diseases until it bends him and breaks his will, forcing him to accept his fate like… any dying animal… Nice choice this poem, thank you!
It persuades by taking those things we love away - first people, then capabilities, perhaps speech itself. Finally we shrug and say, well if that’s the way it’s going to be, and walk through that door.
The certainty that we will one day achieve final victory comes from the firm belief, the deep knowing about death. We are above the fear of death and can therefore confront murderous men. RFKjr: 'My life is in God's hand'.
If we practice dying through living truly, when death comes, it holds the expanse of wisdom that the exhalation of a final breath, with no further inhalation needed, has no fear.. nature knows the rhythms..
Beautiful words especially because they’re so true
It takes the first death to loosen the shackles enough for that step to the edge of the cliff that allows us the primal scream and swan dive into our own faith... thank you for believing too ♥️🙏✨
If all I had to read poetry-wise was the Irish poets such as Yeats, Thomas, Heaney, etc. I'd be ok. I'd be okay.
You’d definitely be ok ♥️
This is a mantra for the working man. It rings true.
And so, the greater the resistance to the idea of death is, the deeper the and stronger death’s arms and fingers grow inside of man to break his resistance. It gnaws him on the inside through pain and diseases until it bends him and breaks his will, forcing him to accept his fate like… any dying animal… Nice choice this poem, thank you!
It persuades by taking those things we love away - first people, then capabilities, perhaps speech itself. Finally we shrug and say, well if that’s the way it’s going to be, and walk through that door.
The photos are always a pleasure.
Which is why, as William Faulkner proclaimed, "I write to say No to death."
carpe momentum ya'll 🙏🏼
The certainty that we will one day achieve final victory comes from the firm belief, the deep knowing about death. We are above the fear of death and can therefore confront murderous men. RFKjr: 'My life is in God's hand'.
That’s a bangers