Sunday, March 1, 2009

From living into myth - I love you

Diarmid Victor Charles Cammell
July 21, 1945 - February 27, 2009

Where Everything is Music

Don't worry about saving these songs!

And if one of our instruments breaks,

it doesn't matter.

We have fallen into the place

where everything is music.

The strumming and the flute notes

rise into the atmosphere,

and even if the whole world's harp

should burn up, there will still be

hidden instruments playing.

So the candle flickers and goes out.

We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

This singing art is sea foam.

The graceful movements come from a pearl

somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge

of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

They derive

from a slow and powerful root

that we can't see.

Stop the words now.

Open the window in the center of your chest,

and let the spirits fly in and out.


Translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne



Dearest Karima,
I am sorry for your loss and I hope you and your family are surrounded by love and friends. Simply remember the great times upon a daily basis and talk aloud for even in heaven, our loved ones hear us. Sincerely, Camille - Thee Duchess Saturday!

The Joy of Nesting said...

Oh Sweet Karima,

I'm so sorry for your pain and loss. I will keep you and your family in my thoughts


Our Hands For Hope said...

By the age and last name I'm assuming that it might have been a parent. I will pray for comfort for your family and joy fulled memories.
Blessings to you,

Ulla said...

Blessings Karima, my heart is with you...

Puddles of Grace said...

My heart is heavy for you Karima, May peace and love surround you at this time... may your father rest in peace. *Hugs*

Anonymous said...

I am so sorry for your loss. What a blessing it is that you have a loving memory of him in that photo. I will keep you in my prayers.

Unknown said...

I am so sorry for the passing of your father. I remember at Christmas time you had given him your paint set and you were going to teach him to paint. You must have had a wonderful relationship and for that you are blessed.
Blessings, Karen

Castle in the Air said...

I'm still painting with the dad I gave my paints to!
I've been blessed in my life to have many people to love me... and a couple of extra parents.
I laid my father Diarmid to rest today. It was a beautiful service. A piper played pibroch. My father was Scottish and believed since childhood that the pipes are the music in heaven.
Thank you for you kind wishes. They are very much appreciated.

d.Sharp said...

Karima, {haven't visited in a while}

I am so very sorry for your loss and wish you and your family the best. It is wonderful that you feel such gratitude to have a loving father and a bundle of great memories of him.
Take care.


Shelley Noble said...

[tears] Such a wondrous poem.

And how sensitive of you to hear it as as ode to life and the process of death. Thank you for putting it here.

Belated condolences on your father's passing.