"After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

Dear Joanne Kathleen Rowling,

 

Thank you.

 

For your wise words.

 

When the mind is too stubborn to immerse itself in obscure philosophies spanning our planetary surface, you give us characters that offer counsel to the picky mind.

 

You give us people going through the pain of grief and separation and loneliness. And you let us know that it is universal. Suffering does not make you special. Coming through it out on the other side unscathed by the fire of sorrow does. Giving up on life is an insult to the memory of those that placed their own dreams and hopes in us.

 

You also let us know that our loved ones are never far away from us. Death may do us part on the physical plane but they blaze on in the fire of our hearts. Showing us that they have given us our life, and our life its purpose. And without purpose, we are nothing.

 

You give us heroes that live around us and in us. The heroes that lead us on our way, when we lose our direction. Like a Patronus offering a glimmer of hope in the dark.

 

Thank you.

 

For letting a young mind see the importance of it all ten years later.

 

We have courageous people- in life and in the pages of a book- to look up to. You may not be the only one lending a helping hand. But you certainly mean a good deal to those that grew up reading your work.

 

With love to you and the pillars of strength that hold everything in my world together.

The dream.

Rooted to a dream-
a dream come true,
true in all its meaning-
the meaning of life and love.
A love dark and deep-
so deep it hurts,
it hurts and I learn-
learn who I have to become.

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My friend asks me,
"What do you fear?
You've everything you need,
and people-near and dear."

I remain silent
for a minute or so.
Unsure of what to say,
I clear my throat.

"I fear imperfection,
and the occasional sloppiness.
I dread a lonely life,
I fear extreme happiness.

Idleness and boredom-
how could I leave them out?
Illness and feeling weak,
oh,the irresistible urge to shout.

Yes,that urge to shout,
when everything goes wrong.
There's no one to hear you out
and you end up writing a song

I dread death-no,
not mine, but of loved ones.
I fear the Inevitable,
from which it is impossible to run.

I fear sunny days
without a cloud in sight.
I dread work, somehow,
life is no longer joyous and bright.

I fear questions
and the answers that follow.
I dread isolation,
and the feeling of being let down."

"Stop!",says my friend,
"You're plainly paranoid.
I ask you one question,
and there you are, all morbid!

Why do you worry so much
about things that are to be,
or things that might not be
when you could simply be happy?

Learn to accept yourself,
and things that come your way.
Obsessing is pointless,
remember to seize the day.

If you crave for permanence
or eternal perfection,
you'll be disappointed
eventually they end in oblivion.

People come and go,
but the lessons stay.
Cherish their memories,
move on and find your way."

The truth, I understand, is so simple
it is almost unbelievable.
I smile at my friend and to myself,
thankful for these words valuable.

Sometimes I can't make it on my own...

Every once in a while we come across a song, a poem, or a painting, that tells a story. It reminds us of who we are, where we have come from and shows us where we need to go. It shows us those little things that we took for granted, the things that we let go of, and which we came to regret later. It reminds us that we are not completely alone and the wall that we thought we had built around ourselves has been chipped in places by people who truly care.

Let them in, maybe? ...

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Drowned in a haze of obscurity but an atom,
immersed in an Omnipresence,
nameless, formless, yet powerful,
a half-hearted struggle to stay afloat I attempt,
yet allowing myself willingly to be pulled under.
A joyous vibration transmitted without touch,
a divine rhythm as in a heartbeat,
the pulse of life invigorated and empowered,
all thoughts subdued but in awakened continuum,
a strange duality I feel, as my emotions implode.