#beandletbe

Since I was young I would tell my sister that when I die, grieve and have a huge celebration! Grieve and celebrate my life! Celebrate my release into the arms of mercy and love! And grieve.

Pain is the language of compassion. Where there is pain, there is love and perceiving of it’s loss. But in love there is no loss, there is only the change in form. The love we have will always remain. 

I think death is an art, and the product of it’s practice is more LIFE. Death is a constant, not in the western idea of physical death, but in the decay and completion of a cycle. 

I hope to allow the death of all the attachments that no longer serve me. You know the scariest thing about it for me is not the ending of one th ing, but the period of space and unknown before the new thing emerges. It’s the most testing period, very dark knight of the soul. Every single time it happens, the new things that come up feel better, so my trust grows with every experience. 

We are cyclical beings, and like the trees, we must shed our leaves! Death, nothingness, baren and empty is a necessary part of growth. If we do not allow the cycles to continue, we remain in the compulsion of the mind, away from the deep natural flow. It’s hard man, it is, but for me I'd rather pain that is real, suffering that has meaning, then continuing the familiar out of fear. 

I wish there could be a circle, where we just grieve together. Grieve the loss of who were were, what we thought we knew, loved ones, the child within. Like in the movie Avatar, where they would all connect, and sing in grief. Pain in unity, pain in purpose, pain as a propellent forward. Maybe I can do something....hmm

Note to self: it is not a coincidence that this is not a part of our cultural or corporate system. We have integrated a mind-based approach to living that neglects of emotional and spiritual life force.