Beloved why do you weep
I’ve found that which we seek
New worlds new sights and indeed
Boundless love wrapped with endless peace
Free the sorrow from your heart
Then you’ll see that we’re not apart
On peaceful nights in silence deep
Into your dreams I often creep
Heal your heart with love sublime
Dry your tears let the knot unwind
In every breath you’ll see the sign
We are made of spirit divine
When I crashed my bike that day
My body broke but I am not dead
Consciousness does not dissipate
My light and my love perpetuate
100 days in the light today
Some day you too will come this way
I pray you trust me when I say
Death does nothing to the soul
Hold that space with love for me
A look, a whisper, a kiss
A breath, a day, a thousand lifetimes.
1 January 2012
I’d just meditated on the breath… we breathe in, hold, and then we need to breath out – receive, hold, release, repeat – or die.
In love, we receive, hold and release the object of our love in the eternal moment of each now, in fact we are different every moment and so is he/she, so different people meet, receive, hold and release one another each eternal moment, hence we have eternal love. Otherwise it stagnants and dies. Or one lives carrying the past. Or the fabric of time-space tears.
But it bloody hurts like hell sometimes, just that the one who hurts is not who we usually think it is, since each moment is a new “I”. We just continually in each moment identify with the hurt, giving the illusion of a hurting “I”, kinda like the video clips I’d just been editing, each frame a separate moment, edited to make some kind of coherent story.
Connection and attachment are not conjoint. We can honour the connection, but we don’t make it an attachment, a chain that binds.
Sirius Black: “…. but know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here [puts his hand to Harry’s heart].” Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban