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The Conversation of the Unborn Twins
An unborn pair of twins' conversation in the womb of their mother...

So, do you actually believe in life after birth? one twin asks.

Yes, definitely! Inside we grow and are prepared for what will come outside, answered the other twin.

I believe that's nonsense! says the first. There can't be life after birth – what is that supposed to look like?

I don't exactly know either. But there will certainly be much more light than in here. And maybe we will be walking about and eat with our mouths?

I've never heard such nonsense! Eating with the mouth? What a crazy idea. The umbilical cord nourishes us. And how do you want to walk about? The umbilical cord is much too short.

I am sure it is possible. It's just that everything will be a little bit different.

You are crazy! Nobody ever came back after birth. Life is over with birth. That's it.

I admit that nobody knows what life after birth will look like. But I do know that we will see our mother then, and that she will take care of us.

Mother? But you don't believe in a mother, do you? Where is she?

She is here, all around us. We are within her and and we live through her. Without her we couldn't exist at all!

Nonsense! I've never sensed a mother, so consequently she doesn't exist.

Yes, sometimes, when we are very quiet you can hear her sing, or feel how she caresses our world.
- author unknown
A Dying, to Live for (Transitvs)
"Simply Dying" to Live -
A Dying, to Live for;
"A Transitvs".

Simply living and simply dying;
Dying to live simply:

A Dying, to live for: welcomings,
Breathings; singing the word,
Choosing a companion…Choosing:
Living simply - choosing
Simply the best.
A Friendship to
Simply die for:

Comings: Goings: Vanishings,
Beckonings... Leavings: Singings, The Fallings from us
As Breathings.... Welcomings
(Softly Said) "Breath-things" "Well-come-ins"
"The Transitvs...".

© 2007 David Wasley and The Martinsey Isle Trust

- David Wasley and The Martinsey Isle Trust.
Altered States
Sir George Trevelyan had a goal,
To lead us through
Magic Casements in the Soul.

A way of seeing about the dark;
Appreciating the essential spark:
Another life - A new delight,
A great adventure; a bright dimension
And unseen,
A trial language of conscious revelation.

Aged - I have seen all things.
A birth, a burial, a forgetting.
Now we must see this too -
I did not choose the fire.
I choose, the thrall of Bones in earth -
A Willow pod - crafted,
Tipped and tumbled: the sod, dry or wet -
Soft creeping to this marrow -
Mixed with tiny, trembling mole or -
Flight of whispering Tawny Owl:
Whose fallen wings, Cradle my head
With the Stealth and Beauty of
Her night - time prowl.

Pressed in time
To slate or shale; eventually
The flat stone picked:
Chosen by another life.
A boy who skims me with delight.
Five times bounced along
A new waves crest -
Soaring - from the shoreline:
And in the broken-waters womb,
Quickly, - I am released
to start - Afresh.

© 2007 David Wasley and The Martinsey Isle Trust.
- David Wasley and The Martinsey Isle Trust.
Inhumation - Drawing by David Wasley  2007 The Martinsey Isle Trust
Panborough Hill
Nyland Hill - Andrewsey
Panborough Hill
The Martinsey Isle Trust and the Glaston Rose Humane Company Creating an idyll of Martinsey and Lidney Islands Natural Burial honouring life's sacred thresholds
The Martinsey Isle Trust was co-founded in 2002 by David Wasley, its inspiration, and Judith Pidgeon, its grounder

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