Ballad Of The Hanging Tree

A grieving violinist kneels amidst ominous surroundings, instrument firmly in hand, anguish pouring forth. Behind her hangs a noose, empty yet evoking palpable sorrow. Though her keen mind comprehends life’s impermanence, heartbreak pierces nonetheless for those now gone. She sees existence’s interwoven cycles, how death nourishes new life. Her philosophies accept the way things are, finding solace in cosmic comprehension. Yet part of wisdom is feeling fully, denying no authentic emotions. We must play our sorrowful ballad to the best of our ability. Infusing each note with tenderness straight from the heart.

With philosopher’s poise, she sits with the pain until it transforms naturally, like compost into rich soil. Reason provides context to loss, allowing her to abide torment without being broken. But first she honours those passed by fully embracing grief’s cleansing torrents. How quickly bodies turn to dust, names fade to legend, only to be replaced by new generations. But though forms perish, essence endures deathless. So she does not cling frantically to changing conditions or rail against change. Her calm stems from the eternal’s timeless embrace.

Still, presence lost is presence lost, at least in corporeal realms. So she unashamedly mourns, expressing the ache of separation, remembering the sweetness now vanished. Yet even this melancholy has its exquisite nuance. Behind tears, poignant beauty. Let grief soften you, not leave you hardened. Vulnerability, not an impervious shell, is wisdom’s garb. In death’s shadow, we each face oblivion. This recognition binds us in compassionate kinship. Life’s fragility makes moments shared more precious. We should be grateful for our companions who walk the road with us. Eventually, we all must part ways, only to return again in other forms, to journey together once more.

Cherish intimacies finite in flesh yet infinite in spirit. Those departed never fully leave us. Their essence resonates across life’s veil, awaiting reunion, if only we attune to subtler frequencies. In love’s silence, all divisions dissolve and we are united again as one.