On Living and Dying Day 18 by Sonya Kassam

Die Each Day by Sonya Kassam of Follow Your Shadow   We shall all be dead, we know that don’t we? And yet we resist, we fear. I fear to die, yes. I have no idea what is beyond my death. And perhaps…actually for sure to be absolutely honest, I don’t really want to know what lies beyond. …

On Living and Dying Day 15 by Sreejit Poole

Beyond biology, the need to be more by Sreejit Poole   How could we just be gone forever? Growing up, my conception of God and mysticism was on par with my romanticizing of after school cartoons. I wanted to believe in the world of the Thunder Cats, of magic portals, of closets that took us …

On Living and Dying Day 13 by Rebel Willing

Smiling by Rebel Willing Smiling at the fear reared and adhered to mortality’s complexity – living gonna be the death of me – grasping for freedom’s irrelevancy – bound by time irrevocably – distant – resistant – consistently living with a commitment to my own immortality – wounded not by the fallacy of the physical …

On Living and Dying Day 11 by Aparna (Linda) Aday

The Great Mystery by Aparna (Linda) Aday   Most of us view Death, and Life for that matter, as something to be understood. I know I tried for many years to understand what life and death are all about only to be humbled and confounded again and again. So rather than attempting to understand I …

On Living and Dying Day 5 by Uncle Bill

The Truth I Live By From the diary of William John Smith (Uncle Bill) 1953-1992 Everything makes sense. This can be paraphrased many different ways, although many attempts are less accurate. One of Voltaire’s characters stated, “All is for the best, in the best of all possible worlds. This is unnecessarily optimistic. My phrasing doesn’t …

On Living and Dying Day 3 by Sanaa Rizvi

The Journey of Life and Death by Sanaa Rizvi of A Dash of Sunny In the words of Madame de Stael; “We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.” That is precisely how I came to understand death. Around the time of autumn a few years ago, the tragic …

On Living and Dying Day 2 by Sarah

That Little Voice by Sarah   We all have that little voice. I’m not different, though close friends sometimes remind me to listen to mine. If they only knew what it was telling me they’d probably change their tune. Some people call it women’s intuition, but of course, men have it too. Some call it …

As I Walk

The necessity to sleep, eat and excrete always gets on my nerves. Whenever I fill up on a glass of water, I imagine myself as a car, refueling – just a machine. But I’m not a machine, I’m a man made in the image of God. Or am I an image that God had while …

Poetry Shares: Gopi

Since You Have Called Me By Gopi Coffee jitters Sadhana quitter Who do I think I joke? My Mother’s the master Of all that we ask Her And so I try to practice what She spoke Oh Mother Kali My fierce Mother Kali How You smile in Your divine rage? The heads of our egos …

Poetry Shares: Kripa Gressel

Still by Kripa Gressel of A Thing of Grace God’s umbrella wouldn’t open today and so the leaves showered down and the raindrops caught hold of the branches and changed color like my sister changes her lipstick ‘today forgot to be easy, so tomorrow will be Tuxedo Pink’ branches delicately stumble through the days and …