Daily Prompt: Unfinished

Dear Papa,

I started writing this the day they prescribed the medicine to put you to rest.

We ran from one door to another, hoping to find the magical one

behind which lay all the answers to the disease eating away your soul.

To all the millions of deities that made their homes on our land,

We offered meals scrumptious enough to tempt the Devil,

All in the hope that one might find it in His heart to

Forgive you for the cross that you bear.

The lines on your palms couldn’t foretell your story,

Neither could the stars chart out your life path.

Your candle burnt brightly but way too quickly…

and it was all too soon that you left your job unfinished.

Mom’s dreams – unfinished.

The smile on her face – unfinished.

The colors in her life – unfinished.

The journey to the end of the line – unfinished.

So I stopped writing this.

Let this be another item to add to your list of unfinished things.

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15 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Unfinished

  1. In life nothing is ever finished, for we are born but to die and anything in between can never be finished because life itself is never finished and as far as I know at this point we cannot go beyond life where, I suspect, there is something else, more… which will be another book from a different library.

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      • Sorry, long comment here. There is a mental process called “walking between the worlds” that allows one to have both… all the time. It allows an “adept” to be fully alive in both realms, or worlds: the mind-world and the physical-world, balancing one with the other so one is never tempted to experience just the one at the expense of the other. There is no “after life” in this state of awareness; one is not gradually and reluctantly proceeding from this aspect of life to another aspect that comes “after life” and that cannot be known or experienced. This process takes nothing away from the physical experience, I’d say it’s quite the opposite: it sharpens it as the mind isn’t bound by only one reality. I’ll try an example for you: imagine that you are fixating on getting something – whatever that is. It’s eating at you and you’re worried you won’t get it; that it won’t happen. Then you shift your consciousness to that ‘other’ realm where such a thing is basically meaningless. Your driving desires are quenched because you have no reason to want such a thing. Shift again, come back and you find that indeed, it was just a lust, a fancy, a “desire” for another attachment that you are better off without. Problem solved. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done that, and continue to do it. In expressing ‘life’ now I find it has to be meaningful in both of the worlds I “walk” between. Many teachings propagate the idea that either one world or the other is an illusion. That is false. Both worlds are astoundingly real, and one could not exist without the other. “Walking between the worlds” then means to be realistically, actually, living in both worlds. It’s just like you’re sometimes in your home and sometimes outside of it: you don’t have to choose to live in your house OR outside of it, you know you can do both, if not at the same time. But when you’re outside your home, say shopping, you can think about being home, and what things you should buy “now” for when you’ll be back. You don’t have to pretend you don’t have a home in order to function properly when you’re away from it.

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  2. My father chose to die. He put his whole substance to the task, and yet he left his life unfinished.
    He was a selfish man.
    My mother looked around her, thought that all our lives were in place, and there was nothing left foe her to do. She was tired and unwell. She went to sleep and allowed her life to end, because she was ready and she thought her loved ones were also ready (she was wrong about me – but I was never going to be ready).
    She was a wonderful, caring woman.
    It’s a hard thing, the death of a loving mother.

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