Monday, January 04, 2016

18 - Remembering Torkom on January 5th

Nineteen years ago, on January 5th, 1997, my Father passed away. Life was never going to be the same from that moment on.

As the years fade away, life is more and more simple and steady. I sense the one sound that reverberates in my life. I see the distance I have traveled, the continuous waves, coming and going. I remember this day. The pain of loss was heavy, but slowly, it passed and passed. What I remember now is his greatness, his gifts to humanity, his deep and sensitive insights, and most of all, his deep love for all people. He saw who we are and steadily held a transformative image of us in his heart. The heart of the true warrior of light is mighty; it protects all who come near it.

I love Dad’s poems; they present a person I did not readily see at the time. What people see in us is not what we are truly. But, if we have someone who is able to see into our souls and see the true person we are, then that is a magnet we can rely on. That will be the light that guides us. Poetry reveals a hidden side of us and lays it out for all to see, without apology. I would like to share a poem with you here.

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