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Lights from the Past

Lights from the Past

  The ones who have gone before us
  Left!
  …as spirits of the past now dissipating
  like the air we breathe,
  Leaving!
  …a resonance distant and profound
  of words as a gift,
  They left!
   …a room full of light
   but in my blindness
   I seek but still cannot see.
  Oh, how I wish to see!
  …in that room of light
  and learn from the ones before me,
  Oh, how I wish to see!
  …in that room so bright.

     -Bernadete vdw, '24

 

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Matthew Zeccola

That was wonderful! I have that yearning quite often myself. It's so hard to lose wonderful people(like my mom, greatest person ever), and not hear from them again. Beautiful, thought provoking write, Bee! M. 

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Bernadete van d...

It is the hardest thing in the world to lose a loved one, and we all have
to face it one day. It is the tragedy of life. Of loving too much. Thank you Matthew for being here with your thoughts. This poem is about all the
learning we received from our loved ones and all our ancestors.  B

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Bernie, for sharing your thoughts, much appreciated!
''the ones before me'' is everyone from the past that can teach us.
They're the old masters, philosophers, poets, but more importantly, my ancestors from the very past to my own mother, my sister, 
anyone who left something good for us, even just a word of their
wisdom. Let's not forget the old man, a stranger who we met only once,
his gesture, his act of goodness, his few words, all left an impact. We only
hope we have something to pass on when we go. Time will tell.  B
 

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Wilford Barker

Well written Bernadete. And so shall we also leave behind a trail to follow.
Hopefully, a good path.
Have a wonderful day my friend.

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Bernadete van d...

Hi Wilford, so good to have you here! and thank you so much for leaving
your thoughts. Yes, hopefully a good path.
P.S. if we had more time, what a wonderful debate we could have here. 
Cheers, and you too, have a great day.  

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Marion

Beautiful writing B, beautiful thoughts. We all leave a smudge of ourselves on everyone that we meet and they us. Observations thoughts rituals traditions all have great power to reach through the centuries... nothing is lost just reabsorbed x

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Bernadete van d...

I am glad you liked reading this. Very much appreciated, Johnny.
Happy writings and greetings, 
Bernadete 

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John Prophet

So true all that knowledge faded away.. well penned as your work always is.
John

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you John. I have to admit I always look forward to hearing your thoughts. When we share, we improve our writings. Cheers! B 

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Bernadete van d...

I agree, Marion. Rituals and traditions have an enormous power. Even in our Karate classes, we teach our students all the values and we keep the traditions alive. We have several rituals too.
And I make sure my students understands the values important in out lives. Our motto is: Trust, honesty and sincerity. Our emblem means love & respect. I am getting carried away.,,sorry 😻

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Neville

I too am a seeker .. but one does not find enlightenment merely by waiting for it to occur, one has to put considerable effort into the obtaining of it whether physically, psychologically or spiritually .. only when all three elements become harmonized will our eyes be fully opened .. Muchly enjoyed B .. N 

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Jac Fables

'Truth & Light Never Dies.' Side by side we will cross that great Divide. Nice Write.

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