A So Called Death

A So Called Death

my last remaining sister, Rose,
was waked and remembered
by her children, grandchildren,
great grandchildren,friends
and all yesterday
i was there in joy
not quite knowing why
yet standing by
to see the love
she spread by loving
life and trusting god...
she mothered me in early years
and always cared
in times of trouble years...
just a tinge of sorrow
at the form's passing
the spirit remaining
bringing me great joy...
we laughed at death
so unreal
who we are is
surely unrevealed
in such a false presentation of life...
life can not be stuffed into a tomb
where bodies rot...
a day of celebration
as a life of love remembered
joyously called forth this day

michael

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"The world can teach no images of you unless you want to learn them. There
will come a time when images have all gone by, and you will see you know not
what you are. It is to this unsealed and open mind that truth returns,
unhindered and unbound. Where concepts of the self have been laid by is
truth revealed exactly as it is. When every concept has been raised to doubt
and question, and been recognized as made on no assumptions that would stand
the light, then is the truth left free to enter in its sanctuary, clean and
free of guilt. There is no statement that the world is more afraid to hear
than this:

I do not know the thing I am, and therefore do not know what I am doing,
where I am, or how to look upon the world or on myself.

Yet in this learning is salvation born. And What you are will tell you of
Itself." (T-31.V.17)