If You Forget Me

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Pablo Neruda Famous Poets and Poems

       I have a characteristic of ignorance when it comes to understanding the Bad in Life. I'm not proud of it, but why is it that I do not know the importance of Appreciation? Why do I stop appreciating a plant when it dies? Is it because I'm to busy Ignoring my surroundings? Or because I feel as if the Plant gave up on me, so I gave up on It as well?

       I learned something these past two days. I've been talking to one of Uncles about Death in both Humans and Plants.

       He gave me a beautiful quote that he told me I should follow.
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive—to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love—then make that day count!”

       I've never thought of Life being a privilege...

       Does that mean that when my rose died, and dried, and her beauty slowly turned into a dull piece of Nature, that her privilege was limited?

      My questions made me change my perspective.

      Death is part of The Circle of Life and it happens whether we like it or not. Death can makes us mad, sad, but we can't do anything about it.

      So, if a Plant dies all you can do is hope that it will again regrow next year.

      “Forget yesterday - it has already forgotten you. Don't sweat tomorrow - you haven't even met. Instead, open your eyes and your heart to a truly precious gift - today.” -Steve Maraboli

       I learned that my Rose forgot me but I had already forgotten her...