Remembered Grief

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-- In NondualitySalon , Pete S <pedsie5 wrote:

>

>P: I have grieved many times, and I know

> I can't hold on to my grief. I forget, I feel

> fine, I laugh, and then, I remember, and

> grief again. I seen that at funerals many

> times, how people cry one minute, and

> laugh later, as if happy again.

>

> Is it not that the way with any memory of

> gain, or lost, or of praise and offense?

>

> Our life is a remembered life. This moment

> is always new, pristine, unsullied by the past.

 

hey that reminds me of this found on ATTD this morning:

 

It Was Like This: You Were Happy

 

It was like this:

you were happy, then you were sad,

then happy again, then not.

 

It went on.

You were innocent or you were guilty.

Actions were taken, or not.

 

At times you spoke, at other times you were silent.

Mostly, it seems you were silent -- what could you say?

 

Now it is almost over.

Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.

It does this not in forgiveness --

between you, there is nothing to forgive --

but with the simple nod of a baker at the moment

he sees the bread is finished with transformation.

 

Eating, too, is now a thing only for others.

It doesn't matter what they will make of you

or your days: they will be wrong,

they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man,

all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.

 

Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad,

you slept, you awakened.

Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons.

 

good stuff Pete....and this one's not too shabby either.

 

..........bob