Searing heat Raining down like fire Burning me clean From the inside out Scalding water Steam rising high Clouding the room Blocking daylight out Like falling ash And the promise of death Buried underground As cold as ice Spirit rising high Stretching thin Snapping mortal constraints Hurtling away at speed Dancing with the wind Never … Continue reading Falling Ash
“The circle of life is more appropriately an elongated series of curves that meets itself and meanders on into tomorrow.”-Theodicus
Elton John sang a song about the circle of life, which was a big hit in The Lion King, and it focused on how all living things follow this circle of life and death, that it all comes around again and repeats itself. Hence, the circle metaphor. But I believe more in what Theodicus says about this supposed circle. Life is a series of hits and misses of sorts, a collection of choose your own adventure-type experiences, decisions that completely change your course and create or destroy possible scenarios. So, the circle of life might “move us all,” and it might connect us all, but it also is defined by us as a circuitous path that makes everything possible or impossible.
“It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all. Through despair and hope, through faith and love, till we find out place on the path unwinding in the circle of life…”-Tim Rice (music by Elton John)
What I do love about the song, however, is the idea that life is continuous, that even though people die, others are also being born, that this is the great connection that proves our humanity. It’s also probably why most of us are obsessed with our own mortality, counting birthdays like they’re steps along a death march, fascinated by the idea of vampires or zombies who “live” beyond death, even if we know they’re not real. Even if we know we wouldn’t be able to have a real life even if they were. But in the reality that we live through, it is possible to “carry on dancing,” even after death. It is through our progeny that we can keep existing, that the world keeps moving along even after we die. Continue reading “Circle of Life”
Death, like an old friend waits at my chamber door Clothed in shadow and light Conscious of my presence yet staying on the threshold As if warned not to enter I peek around the frame Eye to eye with my oppressor Like rats in a cage Circling each other Without moving a muscle Just a … Continue reading Old Friend