The Spirit of Darryl has said to me that he no longer experiences time and space. He is no longer a material body, no longer concerned with the world of things. His spirit exists in a way he can only indicate to me by what I know as Carl Jung's Collective Unconscious or A. N. Whitehead's god. He says I shall know his psychical reality soon enough, myself. In that reality there is no more change, no evolving; instead there is the present moment. Rest assured, none of the established religions get it. There is no heaven or hell. There is no place, since space no longer exists at all.
In two days, in our experience of time, it will be Darryl's Birthday. So, why not celebrate the exceptional person Darryl was in our world? I shall repost the poem I wrote in May, the month after Darryl died. Then, a few of the photographs which, like Darryl, do not age or change.
Everything and Nothing
Since you left
Absence has moved in
The rooms of our home
We filled with our art
Our travels our nostalgia
The Whirling Dervish
You brought to me from Egypt
The wooden Vermont cow
Shaking her head
At the loss of you
Feel the emptiness
For you are everywhere and nowhere
We are ghosts you and I
Among the spring azaleas
As the dogwoods open
As the honeysuckle fragrance
Reminds me of I forget what
The blooms fade as we have
And I am the sole vessel
Of our feelings our dreams
Our desire to grow old together
You are my compass
With no magnetic pole
Our joy I can only recall
The guide to every action adrift
My mind is filled by you
Though the sails of our lives
Can not unfurl
Though your fingertips tap
Subtle love upon my navel
Married on Cape Cod
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