Living Zen Life

A young woman 
betrothed not long
played the Irish harp
simple and pure
went to sleep on a spring eve
never to wake again
I bequeathe to Mary this poem 
to take with her
on her sacred journey.

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I had found Mary Somerville's Scottish harp melodies on Spotify. I found these very simple melodies pleasant listening. I saw that she had 68 visitors. After a time I wondered about her and her harp. Some searching brought me the news that she had died, along with her husband, while honeymooning. She was 39 years old. As they slept, deadly carbon monoxide filled their room. Neither of them woke again. I think about this every time the melodies play.