The Whole
of It
Birth. Death. And the
life lived between. I have reason to consider my mortality.
This month I will
have had 50 years of experience on this planet, and there is a lot to ponder. I have had times of aloneness, I've enjoyed group interactions, have felt loneliness, and embraced connection. And I feel enriched by it all.
The phrase “No man is an island...” floated through my musing
mind and I related to the truth of it. I
decided to read the full poem and discovered something I had never seen before: the date John Donne died.
Barring the
year, his death date is my birth date.
Through this momentary mortality check, I suddenly connected to him, and the words of his poem
in an even deeper way.
I am not an island. I
am a part, connected to the whole.
Personally affected by it all. Globally influencing more than I see.
So in honor of the whole of it, I declare a celebration of
my presence here. I honor mankind for the ebb and flow of new
life and new death. Knowing well that I
am involved in mankind and it in me. Any
bell that tolls, or shout of joy, is one that tolls or shouts for me.
No man is an island,Entire of itself,Every man is a piece of the continent,A part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less.As well as if a promontory were.As well as if a manor of thy friend'sOr of thine own were:Any man's death diminishes me,Because I am involved in mankind,And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;It tolls for thee.John DonneJanuary 22, 1572 - March 31,1631
An English poet and cleric in the Church of England, considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets.
How do you view your connection
to mankind?
Let's skip a few rocks, and create some
ripples...
~Asia
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