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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Lavender and Life

I long to lay in the fields of Elysium, where the summer is never hot, and the sun never burns your skin.   I do not want to die yet, but the beauty there is beyond that of the world I live and that calls to me.


And how long must I wait to sleep there, where the air is clean, the silence is perfect, and the scents of lavender or whatever else is growing, lift me?   I do not know.   I do know that I am moved deeply by beauty, my soul desires rest in the arms of eternity, and that to have a place so nearly perfect for me, would be beyond glory.

I don't know what heaven is.   I know what I've been told.   But I pray to see Elysium, and to reunite with those I love.   Whatever else is there, I can wait to learn then.

I am full of this life, and do not want to leave, but I do need to be renewed.  So I hope for this.   I hope.


Inuit proverb "Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."

Thursday, December 26, 2013

The Monastery


For this monastery there were no visitors.  To anyone walking around it, it seemed to be silent within the premises.  But few would know that it was not because of any oaths taken.   People lived there, but there was no joy to be found.  For the rest of the world it was a mystery.  But to the inhabitants, there were no mysteries about it.

Less a home for the living, this monastery was an ossuary.  It was a house of plague.  And the only sounds within, were of the final breaths taken, of the gasps of pain and horror of death.  The house of monks, alone on the landscape, offered no hope, only a residence, for those who were about to cross over from life to death.  And the knowledge of what lay beyond did not offer hope, yet.

Solace could be found only in death.   The pain and madness of life would end.   Some found this a fair bargain.  Others, of course, did not.   But prayers, oaths, medicines, and desperate bargains with Azrael, could not buy more time on earth.


Nothing can buy more time.   Not money, not hope, not prayers, not luck.   Time is a fiction in the mind, that cannot be measured by anything without context.  But in terms of life spans, we only have this single stretch, and then there is no time, ever again.   So the answer isn't avoiding death.   It is finding life and living it.

“Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.” Napoleon

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The Cherry Blossom

By autumn it has already come.  During the months of May and June they blossomed, before summer even.  The day comes when the blossoms fall from the trees, to the earth below.   Winds blow, shattering the delicate petals, and they leave a trail behind of beautiful death.   Dying but littering the sky with the threads and remnants of their former life.

Some watch the petals fall.   They are saddened but still find glory in the passing beauty.  Others cannot find the beauty in the death.   Life is a cycle, and the petals fall when dying.   In spring they will renew.  Yes?  So why feel anything different?  Why is this any better than the life lived?  Why is there beauty here?

Beauty is not the sole domain of anyone or anything.   Death is as beautiful as life and deserves to be remembered, every single bit as much as life.   For a life lived but a death forgotten, is unworthy.

Death is not the reason for why we live, but every single thing with breath, will die.   So why should we not celebrate the passing with all the vigor?   Anybody prepared to live fully, must be prepared to die in an equally full fashion.   Or there exists the likelihood of a death that is ignored, and that is worse than any form of death or its burning passions.

Mourn not the flesh, it was never more than a moment, it was never meant to be, permanent.  Celebrate the soul, for it lives in eternity.   And then worry no longer, let the heavens determine if it is in torment or ecstasy where we fade.

“Under the sword lifted high, There is hell making you tremble. But go ahead, And you have the land of bliss.”   Miyamoto Musashi

I am ready.