Comments on: About Life, Death and Spirituality, by Nityapem

By: Nityaprem

Nityaprem — Thu, 15 Sep 2022 10:14:51 +0000

Veet old chum, dunno what I’d think about being labelled politically correct. Maybe I don’t have as many weird, outrageous and insulting thoughts as others of your acquaintance. Sorry to be normal.

By: Klaus

Klaus — Sun, 11 Sep 2022 20:26:41 +0000

Veet,

Yeah, the limitations of words…I get it.

Maybe I overrated the impression I got.

Also, we can surely face up to a little bit of challenge everynowandthen!

Thumbs up and take good care.

Wish you the best.

By: veet francesco

veet francesco — Sun, 11 Sep 2022 13:50:01 +0000

Hi Klaus,

I have already written that I normally prefer to “laugh with” rather than “laugh at”, it is a limitation dictated by my inability to feel myself separate from my interlocutor.

It is also true that sometimes the passion of each one in affirming love for life, and its most exciting manifestation, human beings, having no other type of feedback than words and concepts written in a forum, can create rhetorical effects that are not wanted, superimposing the words on its author.

I do not know any of the people with whom I exchange points of view in this forum, I believe that communicating in person would be much easier.

The words of NP (and others) that sometimes sound to me steeped in politically correctness, which seems to be the ideological cause that has allowed a few Nazi oligarchs to plot against humanity in the way of recent years.

By: Nityaprem

Nityaprem — Mon, 05 Sep 2022 16:54:29 +0000

I found this when looking for a poem for a Buddhist friend who had recently lost his mother, it is popular for eulogies and funerals though I had not come across it before. Clare Harner wrote it in 1934 and had it published in a magazine. She did not write many other poems, and was employed as a journalist.

By: satyadeva

satyadeva — Mon, 05 Sep 2022 10:49:24 +0000

Beautiful, NP, thanks.

Was this Clare Harner’s one and only major poem, I wonder, as I can find little or nothing about her online.

By: Nityaprem

Nityaprem — Mon, 05 Sep 2022 08:54:39 +0000

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.

Clare Harner

By: swamishanti

swamishanti — Thu, 25 Aug 2022 09:52:20 +0000

Well, I guess he’s a ‘Ramblin Man’…

Lemon Jelly: https://youtu.be/IfU1aorHVQg

By: swamishanti

swamishanti — Thu, 25 Aug 2022 09:22:49 +0000

Back to ‘headlights, white lines and black tar rivers’ for Veet.
Levellers, ‘The Road’
https://youtu.be/dcVYCPtcxs4

By: veet francesco

veet francesco — Wed, 24 Aug 2022 19:25:11 +0000

Back on truck. I’ll answer you when possible, Klaus.

By: swamishanti

swamishanti — Wed, 24 Aug 2022 06:37:34 +0000

Seems you have chosen a life on the road, Veet.

“ A life in your pocket is a life behind bars..but out here by my fire I can see all the stars..”
(I choose the road) :
https://youtu.be/jyZWme8svro