Missing Friends and Loved Ones

There is nothing that can prepare you for the death of a loved one.

Even when it has been expected for days, months or years.

As a survivor, you are left with an incredible sense of loss. 

There is nothing more you can do for them.

Days pass and you hear nothing.

What is left of them are the waves of grief

that bring you to a stop

moisten your face

and choke you

with the deep sobbing

brought home by love.

So, you are left with

memories,

Waves of Grief,

and the things they left behind.

And so it is with our loss of John and Cheryl.

Somebody said "You are your things."

I tend to take that notion seriously.

Looking at some of the things they left behind

you might grasp the idea

that our friends

are worth the pain

of loving

to the end.

~~~ 

Morning Glories

Morning Glories at the end of 39th Street

I didn't think anyone left alive

loved her more than I

And then you showed up

and you and you 

and you and you

All of us showering in the golden rain

~ ~ ~
© gerryzeck, 2010

In Pursuit of Anima

   All significant crusades must be given descriptive names or titles that can garner the original intentions that launched such endeavors. In Pursuit of Anima was  the phrase I hung around my neck like a banner to encourage my creative efforts in the computer "darkroom". Many times this Anima theme reminded me of my goal and both fruitful and fruitless efforts made in its behalf.

A few years back this print, Amatao, was exhibited in Sarasota at a half-swanky downtown gallery show entitled "I Narcissus".

Amatao is a phonetic Japanese word meaning "I love." For me it carries many nuances of the journey to find love both within and without. The image reminds me of all the misdirected paths I've taken in pursuit of love. It reminds me of the foolish expectations that caused more grief than relief, more emptiness than fulfillment. It reminds me of being human and imperfect.

Furthermore, this image reminds me that love cannot find a resting place until Narcissus is dealt with. I go along with the Jungians who believe finding your Anima/Animus provides the only relief for a love tortured soul.

Amatao

i narcissus

it's me. it's always been

about me. even when i see

you lying naked on the bed

it is me. always me.

yet, how can i not be you?

you who gives form to light?

you who swims between spheres?

you who bathes in the fundamental

floatingness of i?

gaz