Death
What is death? but another birth. A well spring into eternity. What is so morbid so fearful when all is certain, all is so clear. What would cease to exist?
What would fade into darkness? From the first breath I knew. From the first sickness, the first love, first understandings where all clear. We don't eternally die. We live on. Even in our pains and sufferings we live on. We press forward.
Life is experience, its learning , in school, or in life we still progress. Like a march through a desert every day we gain. Would it truly end?
How can we be so trapped in our head like a horse with blinders on. Life blooms all around us like sands upon the ocean floor life is all around us. It is in the air, in our nostrils, in our veins coursing endless rivers of life. It flows through the subtle senses of our beings.
It flows in the small creatures of oceans of forests of deserts and in homes. All life flowing forever on in its own universe. All its own domain. Why would it cease to progress?
Into familiar families we are born with relatives from Adam to Charlemagne no monkey relatives to claim but only from brained souls, with out brawn of heart, from a life with out courage sought..
What then is death? Yes it must pain some for loss of company. Pains for loss. A departed smile, a departed argument, lost love through mortal loss.
What is death but just a painful sting with no lasting permanence. Just a temporary trial, of suffering or suddenly mortal ceasing. It is but temporary pain. To some who's life is of only loss after loss, of fever and sickness, of suffering endless suffering what is Death but a judges pardon on an Life of imprisonment. It is a verdict of freedom. Homeward bound. No more pain of soul ever to be found.
To cross over, to sail the chasm of vast expense. A great universe that is larger then any we have yet known. Yet a familiar world with no limits and earthly limitations. No cowards. No crime. No moral decay. Only eagle sight. Crystal Clarity of a world of seemingly endless familiarity. No chains of corrupted flesh. No decay of humanly wealth. No moths. No dust. Just the endless sun shinning upon golden green fields. Trees with more wisdom then the Ape seeking relatives of earth.
What is death? But just a hushed valley of newly fallen snow, with out a road, with out a sound, but the gentle wind sweeping through its pine trees.
What is death? but the gentle liberating breeze. 6/21/2010
What would fade into darkness? From the first breath I knew. From the first sickness, the first love, first understandings where all clear. We don't eternally die. We live on. Even in our pains and sufferings we live on. We press forward.
Life is experience, its learning , in school, or in life we still progress. Like a march through a desert every day we gain. Would it truly end?
How can we be so trapped in our head like a horse with blinders on. Life blooms all around us like sands upon the ocean floor life is all around us. It is in the air, in our nostrils, in our veins coursing endless rivers of life. It flows through the subtle senses of our beings.
It flows in the small creatures of oceans of forests of deserts and in homes. All life flowing forever on in its own universe. All its own domain. Why would it cease to progress?
Into familiar families we are born with relatives from Adam to Charlemagne no monkey relatives to claim but only from brained souls, with out brawn of heart, from a life with out courage sought..
What then is death? Yes it must pain some for loss of company. Pains for loss. A departed smile, a departed argument, lost love through mortal loss.
What is death but just a painful sting with no lasting permanence. Just a temporary trial, of suffering or suddenly mortal ceasing. It is but temporary pain. To some who's life is of only loss after loss, of fever and sickness, of suffering endless suffering what is Death but a judges pardon on an Life of imprisonment. It is a verdict of freedom. Homeward bound. No more pain of soul ever to be found.
To cross over, to sail the chasm of vast expense. A great universe that is larger then any we have yet known. Yet a familiar world with no limits and earthly limitations. No cowards. No crime. No moral decay. Only eagle sight. Crystal Clarity of a world of seemingly endless familiarity. No chains of corrupted flesh. No decay of humanly wealth. No moths. No dust. Just the endless sun shinning upon golden green fields. Trees with more wisdom then the Ape seeking relatives of earth.
What is death? But just a hushed valley of newly fallen snow, with out a road, with out a sound, but the gentle wind sweeping through its pine trees.
What is death? but the gentle liberating breeze. 6/21/2010
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