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Nothing More Than a Memory

holly sketchI don’t know why, but I started to think about when we pass and then began to think of my own passing and what would be left behind. This is what I came up with in that moment of reflection.

Nothing More Than a Memory

One day I’ll be gone from this Earthly place
Leaving nothing more than a memory to trace.

A glance from your eyes to mine
Something I hope lingers lovingly in your mind.

My mark, I’ve left on many a canvas
Now only memories left to dissolve softly into the blackness.

My words fading from the paper where they were once wrote
Leaving behind only a handful of mindful quotes.

My scent only a few knew, no longer lingering around
My laughter, no longer making a sound.

No projects left to craft
No more designs left to draft.

My love, I hope stays with you til the end of all time
Remember me dearly with a bit of  rhyme.

One day I’ll be gone from this Earthly place
Leaving nothing more than a memory to trace.

Many Blessings,
Raventalker

Another Day of Beauty

I stepped outside for a moment to take a break from work and as I stood there with the cool autumn breeze blowing, the birds chirping in unison and the sun radiating down upon my shoulders… I felt completely at peace. Nature has a way of doing that to me. I find balance and peace every time I step out into the natural world.

I stood there for some time taking in the surroundings and just allowing nature’s rhythm to soothe my mind, body and soul.

I looked down for a moment and there was this little leaf caught in the grass, blowing in the breeze. It had already turned brown… it’s colors had all faded away.  It was decaying right before my eyes. Every moment, precious … it would only be with us for a matter of days now. I looked closely at this little brown leaf and I’ll tell you what I saw:

I saw every vein as a story once lived by this little leaf. My mind wandered at the things that it might have seen, the experiences it might have felt and the lifetime that it lived. Those veins once filled with nurturing juices of life, now barren. This made me think about how precious life is and how quickly one can go from a life where we are being sustained and nurtured to a place where we become part of what sustains other life so that it may grow… live and experience.

Many Blessings,
ravensig

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