I’ve seen it in my dreams.
Dead people don’t go to heaven.
They all gather on a long beach,
Where all other dead beings go.
Some of them wander about restlessly,
looking for their other dead relatives,
much like seashells on the beach,
eternally looking for their lost half.
This is nature’s central morgue:
all bodies are cleansed by the waves,
neatly displayed on the sand like seashells,
gracefully, patiently waiting
for someone to recognise them,
or simply fancy them,
pick them up,
give them their new life.
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7 thoughts on “Meeting Point”
Pick them up and listen to the ocean in whatever environment you find yourself. Cheers, KG
I think nature, of course the beach, are our “heaven.” Beautiful piece.
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Can’t keep up with the sheer wonderfulness of your flow … thank you .. feeling it to ring so true
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Feel much better this morning, George at the thought of those dead people wandering around, presumably weeping and wailing, frantic to find long departed loved ones, but some of whom might be fortunate enough to be reincarnated. Sounds considerably more interesting than my chosen abrupt plummet in a shroud into a green burial site where dead means dissolved and disappeared!
Continue to be impressed with your versatility in both English and Greekl. Reminds me of Joeph Conrad so adept in both languages.
🙏💙🌊 thank you my friend