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Jack Render's avatar

Wonderfully evocative. I'll be back to reread.

this is strange when one considers that most of the bodies we live in are dead, dying, or gone, and that it is these dead structures that allow us to be brighter, more brilliant, more expansive— how in a universe where leaves fall and fade, governed by relentless change, we hunger for the the familiar comforts of stasis and pattern.

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Lor's avatar

Ah, if I must choose, then winter is closest to my heart. And Autumn is the prelude to winter . As with each season, I can speak of endless joy from the archives of my memory. So many beautiful passages you’ve given us. Especially the last few .If you don’t mind I have taken bits and pieces of your beauty , solely to answer this question. ( I would never have done this if it were a poem)“What do we do when we are dying”

Just for myself , to remember at the very end. So someday when it comes my time I will hope with all my heart and joyful memories, this is how I’ll go~ “…it is the way that autumn air seems to accumulate around my body in a deep, dreamy silence, soft and dense like powder,” And I’ll remember this

too ~“ …that all of this light is just loss explaining itself through a series of colours”

And I’ll take with me ~“…colours flaming a thousandfold into light”

Thank you for that.

Van Gogh , what a glorious tree. I have never seen this particular painting before. Obviously he knew trees and felt the spirit of this one dancing free in the wind and reaching to the heavens .I sincerely thank you for all . And for introducing me to The Mulberry Tree in Autumn.

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