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Other ways to describe death
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 12:30 am
by serendipity
Dedicated to a friend who just lost a loved one...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
I live in your heart.
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 12:34 am
by serendipity
From Patch Adams movie:
Hunter Patch Adams: Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God's way of saying, "Slow down."
Bill Davis: To check out.
Hunter Patch Adams: To shuffle off this mortal coil.
Bill Davis: To head for the happy hunting ground.
Hunter Patch Adams: To blink for an exceptionally long period of time.
Bill Davis: To find oneself without breath.
Hunter Patch Adams: To be the incredible decaying man.
Bill Davis: Worm buffet.
Hunter Patch Adams: Kick the bucket.
Bill Davis: Buy the farm.
Hunter Patch Adams: Take the cab.
Bill Davis: Cash in your chips.
Re: Other ways to describe death
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 4:05 am
by Wild Rover
serendipity wrote:Dedicated to a friend who just lost a loved one...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
I live in your heart.
Serendipity, I saw this poem before and agree it is very poignant and comforting at such times.
I am sure your friend appreciates your kind gesture and thoughts.
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 6:57 am
by Strong Eagle
Death is nature's way of telling you something's wrong.
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 9:53 am
by tiki
Death is a reminder that we are all mortals in the end.
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 11:50 am
by dot dot dot
For life is not a paragraph
And death my friend, is no parenthesis.
Eric
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 6:25 pm
by Close Encounter
Life 's a bitch and then you die.
Posted: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 6:50 pm
by Strong Eagle
Close Encounter wrote:Life 's a bitch and then you die.
This is truly one quote that I dislike intensely.
Life is a joy, a gift. One's view of life is not generated from circumstance but from point of view. I know many people in the US, living in great luxury, who are not happy. And throughout the world, I have met many very poor people who are also quite happy.
In particular, I remember my wife and I being invited into the home of a young Vietnamese woman way up in the northern mountains. It had a dirt floor and cracks in the plank walls. The entire furniture consisted of a bed, a chest of drawers, a wok in an in ground fire pit, some plastic chairs, and a few essential utensils.
And she was happy. And generous. This woman insisted upon gifting us with some of her very few possessions. And I thought back to those in the US, so well off... and too cheap to help anyone, let alone a gift to a stranger.
So... life is not a bitch... life is grand... life is a joy... Spirit speaks through every living thing... if only one will take the time to listen.
Posted: Sat, 15 Apr 2006 4:46 am
by Global Citizen
Strong Eagle wrote:
So... life is not a bitch... life is grand... life is a joy... Spirit speaks through every living thing... if only one will take the time to listen.
SE, you have a wonderful way with words.
Re: Other ways to describe death
Posted: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 12:35 am
by micknlea
serendipity wrote:Dedicated to a friend who just lost a loved one...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.
I live in your heart.
Thanks Serendipity for posting this, I know it was not meant for me, but somehow you put it here just at the right time. Right now it feels really good to read those words. My mum died very, very recently and this was the poem I was looking for. Thanks.
Posted: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 12:45 am
by serendipity
You're very welcome, lea of micknlea, if I'm not mistaken?
I lost my dad when I was little actually so I can't say I know him well, but the poem is true I suppose cause even though it has been more than 20 years since he left us, I still have some flashes of memory about him in times.
Posted: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 1:16 am
by micknlea
Yep thats me...
I think that poem is wonderful for anyone who has lost someone close...
or even those not so close...of how we can feel happier in times when we feel so sad. (hope that makes sense, sorry, my words don't come out right at the moment when talking about things like this).