A Simple Romance with Death

Death is the lover for whom there is no “one that got away.”  We all share the same relationship with it; men, women, we all become its bride.  One who lives close to its immortal truth is a teacher to others, a guide, a parent.  The mightiest are humbled by death, and everyone has lost someone: the GREAT EQUALIZER.

 The living are the ignorant. In Death we see.

Death is not just the turning of our bones to dust, our bodies to ash. These things are for the living, to have some comprehension of death. We must, in our living ignorance, understand death only by what we can see, touch, here, anchored to the material world. After all, our senses are of our bodies, and sense physical phenomena.

To be right in relation to Death is to honor it, to remember it, to let it be our guide. It stands, omnipresent, on our shoulders… at our gates. The Great Sage. The Uniter.

Why fight with an undying god?  It is so much easier to succumb to its kisses, and whispered promises of an end to pain. Let us live in the light of Death, and love it.  Enter, ye who know death’s touch, who remember. A world awaits here beyond Death’s gate, radiant and rich, and a path moves on beyond death, into a wild unknown. The promise of the Great Adventure. A Great Sojourn.  And those we leave behind, good people all, that honor our journey in their simple way, are brought closer by our passing.

Or not. And forget themselves in this cultivated ignorance. Death will take them too against their will, though they will not understand why. They will not get to see what we see: Color, where once there there was grey. Sight, where once there was blindness.  Peace, where once there was torment. All, where once there was only I. Symphonies, where once all sound was noise. And an easing of the passage, through love of family, friends, community, peers, relations of all kinds, who look to our deaths for a sign of what is to come. Great field, a re-joining of Self to All. A Benign Presence. Pure energy.. And Galaxies, Universes,  a conscious mixing into each and every atom that is and ever was or will be.  

But for them, the simple lovers of death, a song of sorrow and memory of Joy, to be shared and let go free…