Guest guest Posted December 23, 2002 Report Share Posted December 23, 2002 12 22 02 My father died this morning at 10:30 AM. What connects us never ends, since that is what we are. Whatever has an end is not that. There is no depth to this, no place where this falling ends, this falling into what we are, what we always have been, prior to what come and goes, after what begins and ends. This connection includes everyone and everything, since that is what we are. The visible and invisible, the dark and light, the born and dead, all are inextricably woven into the assembly on this vast threshold of the House of the Lord, eternally being welcomed Home, no longer resisting this mysterious Communion with the Source of our own being, grateful beyond words that it be so. This is the destiny of us all, when that which seems to be a separate individual is at last exceeded by the remembrance that this is not so, that what we are is this vastness itself, before any memory, after any sense of self and other evaporates in indescribable bliss. The silent solar smile of our natural peace is always brightly shining, even though it seems at times to be obscured by the clouds of our forgetfulness of what we truly are. Today my father stepped out of time, right across that threshold, and what is now embracing him is that which now embraces us – all we need do is let it. LoveAlways, b I was carried to the foot of the Golden Tree On a breeze saturated in deep, ancient Fragrance, Boosted by God into the Sky of Delight, and night Became day and day was night, indistinguishable But for the sun and moon vying for time to align up Just right to melt into the Light, The Inexhaustible Light that bears, That bears all Beauty on Its Breast, Bares all Beauty without a best or a most or least or an I or a mine. . . And now time topples into itself as this edifice topples from the idea Of a "me" or a "you." Breath of Light defies, defeats the mind that would cry out – "O Lord! Where ART Thou, Beloved?" I was buried at the foot of the Golden Tree Beneath a breeze saturated in deep, ancient Fragrance, Boosted by God into the Sky of Delight. . . Bearing Beauty on the Breath – Baring Beauty Breathlessly burying "I." LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2002 Report Share Posted December 23, 2002 , "mazie_l <sraddha54@h...>" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > > > 12 22 02 > > > My father died this morning at 10:30 AM. What connects us never ends, > since that is what we are. Whatever has an end is not that. There is > no depth to this, no place where this falling ends, this falling into Namaste Mazie, My condolences. Even when we 'know' the lower mind and its emotions doesn't, hence grief. .May your grief be short and full of love.......Love Saktidass/Tony. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Guest guest Posted December 23, 2002 Report Share Posted December 23, 2002 Curious and coincidental, on the afternoon of the 22nd, my own father passed out of this life, back in the 70s. The presence of those we love does not fade from our lives. The love remains always. You already have the connection, and it is, indeed, eternal. Before we were born we were in the Source; while we live we are in the Source; when we leave this life we return to the Source fully. In the Source there is no separation. The only loss is the loss of physical presence but there is no loss in being. All the feelings are the cries of love and its exaltation. Our spirits are one in this sharing of a time of transition . I honor the Spirit of you, your father, and your family, and the sacredness of the moment. John L. , "mazie_l <sraddha54@h...>" <sraddha54@h...> wrote: > > > 12 22 02 > > > My father died this morning at 10:30 AM. What connects us never ends, > since that is what we are. Whatever has an end is not that. There is > no depth to this, no place where this falling ends, this falling into > what we are, what we always have been, prior to what come and goes, > after what begins and ends. This connection includes everyone and > everything, since that is what we are. The visible and invisible, the > dark and light, the born and dead, all are inextricably woven into > the assembly on this vast threshold of the House of the Lord, > eternally being welcomed Home, no longer resisting this mysterious > Communion with the Source of our own being, grateful beyond words > that it be so. > This is the destiny of us all, when that which seems to be a separate > individual is at last exceeded by the remembrance that this is not > so, that what we are is this vastness itself, before any memory, > after any sense of self and other evaporates in indescribable bliss. > The silent solar smile of our natural peace is always brightly > shining, even though it seems at times to be obscured by the clouds > of our forgetfulness of what we truly are. > Today my father stepped out of time, right across that threshold, and > what is now embracing him is that which now embraces us – > all we need do is let it. > > > > LoveAlways, > > b > > > I was carried to the foot of the Golden Tree > On a breeze saturated in deep, ancient Fragrance, > Boosted by God into the Sky of Delight, and night > Became day and day was night, indistinguishable > But for the sun and moon vying for time to align up > Just right to melt into the Light, > The Inexhaustible Light that bears, > That bears all Beauty on Its Breast, > Bares all Beauty without a best or a most > or least or an I or a mine. . . > > And now time topples into itself > as this edifice topples from the idea > Of a "me" or a "you." > Breath of Light defies, > defeats the mind that would cry out – > > "O Lord! Where ART Thou, Beloved?" > > I was buried at the foot of the Golden Tree > Beneath a breeze saturated in deep, ancient Fragrance, > Boosted by God into the Sky of Delight. . . > > Bearing Beauty on the Breath – > > Baring Beauty > Breathlessly burying > > "I." > > > LoveAlways, > > Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 23, 2002 Report Share Posted December 23, 2002 A moment of silence...A flower...Inadequate words to express the love I wish to share with you both as you remember and celebrate your beloved father...Yes, the connection is eternal, as are you... And the light, as well... Love,joyce , "mazie_l <sraddha54@h...>" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:> > > 12 22 02> > > My father died this morning at 10:30 AM. What connects us never ends, > since that is what we are. Whatever has an end is not that. There is > no depth to this, no place where this falling ends, this falling into > what we are, what we always have been, prior to what come and goes, > after what begins and ends. This connection includes everyone and > everything, since that is what we are. The visible and invisible, the > dark and light, the born and dead, all are inextricably woven into > the assembly on this vast threshold of the House of the Lord, > eternally being welcomed Home, no longer resisting this mysterious > Communion with the Source of our own being, grateful beyond words > that it be so.> This is the destiny of us all, when that which seems to be a separate > individual is at last exceeded by the remembrance that this is not > so, that what we are is this vastness itself, before any memory, > after any sense of self and other evaporates in indescribable bliss. > The silent solar smile of our natural peace is always brightly > shining, even though it seems at times to be obscured by the clouds > of our forgetfulness of what we truly are. > Today my father stepped out of time, right across that threshold, and > what is now embracing him is that which now embraces us – > all we need do is let it. > > > > LoveAlways,> > b> > > I was carried to the foot of the Golden Tree> On a breeze saturated in deep, ancient Fragrance,> Boosted by God into the Sky of Delight, and night> Became day and day was night, indistinguishable> But for the sun and moon vying for time to align up > Just right to melt into the Light, > The Inexhaustible Light that bears, > That bears all Beauty on Its Breast, > Bares all Beauty without a best or a most > or least or an I or a mine. . .> > And now time topples into itself > as this edifice topples from the idea> Of a "me" or a "you."> Breath of Light defies, > defeats the mind that would cry out –> > "O Lord! Where ART Thou, Beloved?"> > I was buried at the foot of the Golden Tree> Beneath a breeze saturated in deep, ancient Fragrance,> Boosted by God into the Sky of Delight. . .> > Bearing Beauty on the Breath –> > Baring Beauty > Breathlessly burying > > "I."> > > LoveAlways,> > MazieDo you ? Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now Attachment: (image/pjpeg) Lily1_plain.jpg [not stored] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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