[Thespiritexpress] Poem read Tuesday

[Shawn Carolan-Abell]

Dear Riantee,
I had to read your poem twice a few days apart to take it in.
So poignant and evoking strong emotions of the stillness and
this sacred time you are in with Charles and your family
as only you can express.
Please know I'm sending love and light your way.
much love,
Shawn



On 2025-04-03 9:15 am, Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress wrote:
> The Last Harvest
> 
> My lifelong love is slowly dying.
> 
> On my early morning walk I come to a field of daisies
> 
> and I pick the brightest,
> 
> plucking one petal at a timeless time
> 
> to mark our way to the finish.
> 
> “What is this life about?” I ask the daisy
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> Petals aflare as so many bodies of experience,
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> full of faces, events, places
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> full of people remembered
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> with the clarity of an uncompromising now,
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> experience-bodies with my name, my many names,
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> consciousness traveling with the pulse of the moment
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> through roles assigned by parents, teachers, friends, strangers,
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> a flow of memories projected in the aperture
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> through which the eternal observes the manifested.
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> Half way through I encounter an obstruction,
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> a commitment I made early on
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> to make something of myself, be someone I could never be.
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> I tried very hard but I was stuck and soon
> 
> I did not try at all.
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> I just went against the flow.
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> Against the flow I bonded with those bold Parisians
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> that fame snatched in their early life.
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> Sagan, Seberg, Bardot, Godard, Truffaut,
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> authors, actors, film makers who captured the spirit of the time
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> and released it on a consenting crowd
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> while riding its energy to burst out of a corseted society.
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> The existential track had opened my way
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> to this new wave of taboo breakers
> 
> and I responded to the lawless call
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> following for a while the murmur of that crowd,
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> doing as they did, trying to be as they were.
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> But when I noticed a new window of opportunity
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>  I jumped.
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> The spirit of the time landed me in the New World
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> among those singing in a newfound tongue,
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> adventurers who drank the magic potion
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> carrying them to other dimentions.
> 
> When I came to the last few petals
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> the fragrance of each decade was disclosed
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> so pure it could be received
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> and given away in the same instant.
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> One more petal as I listened to the language of my heart
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> bringing back to myself the power I had given others,
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> and as the reminiscences faded away
> 
> I questioned the daisy in my hand:
> 
> “what do I truly want at the crepuscule of my life
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> when my lover is dying?”
> 
> It’s all there, inside, all there with such clarity,
> 
> the world, the friends, the events, the settings,
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> a full 3D color movie with all flavor, all movements of soul.
> 
>  Don’t you see?
> 
> You have been handed the key that opens the passage
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> to every body of experience until the last.
> 
>  Don’t you see?
> 
> The being in all beings is the same being,
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> so hear all the voices
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> without the judgment of your thinking mind,
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> don’t shrink in fear but expand in love
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>  as you jump into old age.
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> It’s the last harvest,
> 
> surveying experiences while divesting your self of experiences
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> in a landscape that is the mind of god.
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> Your longing for the past is love itself
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> filtering through the veil and glowing
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> like a memory of eternity you long to return to.
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> Remember, the self of every self is god infinite,
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> so jump,
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> die before you die,
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> die with your loved one.
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>  *****
> 
> I pluck the very last petal,
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> I thank the naked daisy,
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> I lay it down, I turn around:
> 
> Spring has arrived.
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> ­
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