In remembrance of our dearest friend IHM‘s daughter Tejaswee
In our hearts forever
Born: 19th Jan 1991.
Died: 11th Aug 2010.
Some days are such when words turn stranger and we are rendered speechless , when thoughts freeze and one feels the numbness slowly seep through in the body. Pain… loss.. grief… and the circle of life from birth to death to rebirth and again …
Today is one such day..
Death you winged thief
you steal those closest to our heart and yet stand defeated on our feet
for those we love truly live closer than before
in memories, in heart, in small moments of tears and laughter, joys and sorrow shared together.
you take with you nothing … the body goes back to where it came and the soul … beautiful than ever before is released , set free to fly to the unknown …
When you die, you release your energy and with that energy your whole life’s experience.
Whatsoever you have been – sad, happy, loving, angry, passionate, compassionate – whatsoever you have been, that energy carries the vibrations of your whole life. I agree with Osho but then something still snaps within .. Is it something about being a woman , a mother , about the umbilical cord joined with the child you give birth too.. no I don’t think it is the umbilical cord .. it is something deeper that bleeds unseen… flows in the tears … and then they dry … but inside the wound remains raw …forever… the ache … the desire , longing to hold your loved one again to turn the cycle of time… but… life goes on .. every moment …
A silent tear rolls down …and then all is still… inside and outside…
I decided to write this remembering that a beautifully lived life stays fragrant forever ..
Friday the 13th
On Death
Kahlil Gibran
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
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