Life and death are a rare mystery. We hold them in the highest place in our hearts. We are most affected by these two. In death and life there can be gifts - both joyful and painful. In both we can feel close and filled so completely by warmth and oneness. In both we can feel very separate and alone.
Life gives us union and separation and so does death.
In death our hearts break in sorrow and longing but through the surrendering to the corridors of those torrents, we are guided still further, beyond the heart-break into a state of grace. For it is when the heart breaks... that it opens wider... to receive more love and be more love. It is here that we meet those in our lives and those who've gone past this life and into the next... great mystery.
Death is not the only mystery - talked about ad infinitum yet we still do not really know. Life is also this mystery. Even as we live it, we are upheld by a humility that is the only thing that can keep us going sometimes. A humility that leads us to strength, to resolve and to the joy of life living through us into what we sometimes call victory. Sometimes it takes a quieting and grounding and a breaking-down to come to that humble place in which we can feel truly filled with the connectivity that we call life. In that opening, we are filled with that infusion that turns hopelessness and disconnection into a radiant will with a divine guidance that leads us home from moment to moment in this life.
Death is the ultimate soberer. It awakens us like nothing else. What we can most get out of death is to wake up in love. We have an opportunity to love: To let love. Sometimes our hearts need to break to soften the hidden places that have been in the dark, in anger, in disappointment, loss, regret , etc. - the things that happen in life.
Losing someone softens us. Grief can free us into joy - if we let it. We need not be afraid. Even when we are afraid, there is love. Embracing, letting the Tsunamis undo our holding and with-holding and then, wash and pick-up pieces of ourselves we have discarded bringing wholeness back into being. Letting sorrow bring in the warmth of feeling opening the heart for good.
Death comes to touch us with its sobering hands. To bring us back to what's important. Bring us back to us with our love and our pain, to give us permission to feel what is so locked away or just on the surface ready to loosen. To loosen us from what binds us to the finite. Life is filled with love, and death, too, when we move beyond our fear and pain, fills us with love equally if not more.
Death is immortality. Death is beyond this humanity. Its gift brings us out of our mortal world by bringing us through it and then out beyond it. When our hearts finally open, the feelings of loss clearing away the heart's home, we step into the infinite. We are transported by love. The glow of love's union quickens us. We are very alive. The love that is human has become divine. Longing leaves us and is magically replaced by grace's everlasting arms.
We miss all who've gone on to another life, another dimension, who are in Heaven watching us now. You exist in a place we cannot fully understand but through the faith of our prayers. We miss you and we want you to be here with us now. And through our love, you always will be.
We are touched by the Infinite.
We bring timelessness into our being
and we become more human,
more beautiful
and we love like no time before.
We love like we are beyond time.
:%$copy; Sarah West 2005
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