Monday, 2 June 2014

There is no death

There is no death,
just emerging
from material form,
with a shake of damp,
fresh wings of
remembering, and
a smile for the familiar,
the known and what
has always been, and
was, even in the time
of earthly forgetting,
held within the
cocoon of incarnation,
protected by the shell
of Self which caressed
for that brief time,
your eternal Soul.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts and for the whole noble work that you do.
    Last year I had a series of dialogues on Bhagavad Gita with a friend and at some point I concluded: "There is no death". Theare are two noble truth that I learned, one from Krishna and the other one from Christ.
    Jesus taught me that there is no bad guy.
    Krishna taught me that there is no death.

    There is a strange and sublime resemblance of your poetry with the Bhagavad Gita, here's an example:

    "Nay, but as when one layeth
    His worn-out robes away,
    And taking new ones, sayeth,
    "These will I wear to-day!"
    So putteth by the spirit
    Lightly its garb of flesh,
    And passeth to inherit
    A residence afresh.
    I say to thee weapons reach not the Life;
    Flame burns it not, waters cannot o'erwhelm,
    Nor dry winds wither it. Impenetrable,
    Unentered, unassailed, unharmed, untouched,
    Immortal, all-arriving, stable, sure,
    Invisible, ineffable, by word
    And thought uncompassed, ever all itself,
    Thus is the Soul declared! How wilt thou, then,--
    Knowing it so,--grieve when thou shouldst not grieve?"