I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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15 April 2012

The End Foretold

We waited on a high hill
in a house with plate glass floor-to-ceiling windows
looking straight across at the mountain.

There were maybe twenty of us.
Three days of meditation and feasting.
And when I say meditation, I mean
laughing meditation, crying meditation,
singing and dancing and breathing meditation,
and trance-like healing sessions too.

My friend Karen (who died five years later
but we didn’t know then)
stood like an angel with arms outstretched,
holding the energy for others to heal.

My friend Kay, who shares with me
Nepal and Peru as well as this home Caldera,
talked with me over lunch. We explored
garden and forest, walking together.

On the last night, we all lit red candles
from one given by the Buddhist monks —
and that was from one originally lit
by the Dalai Lama. All that energy handed on,
rekindled over and over, that molten light.
They are candles for peace, we said.

We watched the dawn. The Y2K bug
wasn’t real, though we had slightly wondered.
The millennium arrived. We rejoiced.


Later, of course, the new century
astonished us all with terrors
we hadn’t imagined. One by one the predictions
are coming true. Are we moving towards
the end of the world — again — or the Golden Age?

April PAD Challenge #14: Doomsday

Also submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #97


  1. Love the way your lines are laid out and the flow. Great story telling too. Well penned, Rosemary.

  2. Good question, Rosemary! Many that make the world. We intrude for just a little in time and space. The end is nigh. The Mayans said it would be at year's end! Ah well!


  3. Oh I SO would have loved to be there. It sounds so glorious. The image of your friends with her arms spread wide - made me think of her as an angel. And then she became one. Love your comments at the end too. Great writing, kiddo.

  4. what an enjoyable read. I would love to make a trip like that. Your poem recounts the experience so well.

    I guess time will tell, if we're at the end or at the golden age. Regardless, let's live fully.

  5. Your description of the meditation shared on that mountaintop sounds beyond healing. I hope you can hold on to the peace you took away from that.

  6. It certainly was a very special experience.

  7. I could feel the moment, and it was glorious, loving, spiritual, supportive. You were lucky to experience it. We are lucky to read of it.