Our reality is always qualified by opposites.
Light and dark
Joy and pain
Here and there
Death and life
But we do not exist in absolutes.
We are always on the continuum.
One is not the absence of the other
There is no absolute zero of reality
There is no complete stillness in life
There is movement still in death.
An object at rest stays at rest.
The body without life may rest in peace.
But the final breath that escapes our lungs as our bodies relax for the last time pushes our existence further.
Memory is energy. We remain our earthly selves in the minds of those we have touched after we have exhaled our final glittering moment at the end of a string of glittering moments.
Death marks the best beginning of any life.
Death is marred by a fear of impermanence in existence. It is revered as the final and permanent end to all opportunity.
Death is not to be feared. Death is carved out for the bravest of all creatures. Those who have fought, and won may be victors. But those who have fought and lost are our heroes.
Death is the war medal that we receive once our life has been officially spent.
Death is the coming home,
A moment of release
A relief from the earthly pains.
We don’t mourn death. We lament a loss of life. But we have failed to qualify it.
entering the light
Finding perfect joy
Returning to here
Where we all received
An earthly life.