When, so soon, this death occurs,
\nI shall be ready, waiting.
\nI shall be there and able:
\nAble to accept the materialization
\nOf what has already been accepted
\nAs a part of all that has come to be.<\/p>\n
In accepting life there should be a death accepted also.
\nFor this meager life cannot be without death.<\/p>\n
Do not hide from me your inquisitiveness of
\nThis death, for to hide only
\nServes to project and protect your
\nOwn petty fears of a petty death.<\/p>\n
There can be no anguish,
\nOn my part,
\nFor why to anguish at or
\nQuestion the inevitable?
\nThis body has been good,
\nAll it has been required to be.<\/p>\n
It has not let me down.
\nEven in its last days and hours
\nIt shall not let me down.<\/p>\n
It is I who have let my body down.
\nBy my own actions and thoughts
\nThis body has been made what
\nThis body is: my body.<\/p>\n
Yet, I have not let my body down.
\nNo-one and nothing has been let down.
\nThere is no premature or early death,
\nNo death by accident.
\nThough perhaps unexpected,
\nDeath is always on time. <\/p>\n
So there is no anger to be spent
\nIn dying days, making miserable
\nThose at whom petty self-induced
\nAngers are projected.<\/p>\n
There should be no anger pent up
\nWithin to build up and break down
\nAnd cause the self-inflicted
\nDepression that has no place
\nAnd has no constructive function,
\nExcept for the lessons to learn
\nIn coping with and
\nAccepting depression,
\nWhich, once accepted
\nCannot be depressive, and
\nShould never be given a chance.<\/p>\n
This death is not feared
\nBut welcomed as an
\nInevitable conclusion and
\nAn indecisive beginning.
\nA loss of life is no more feared,
\nThan a loss of wealth is feared,
\nFor neither have been known
\nTo me in forms in this life that I
\nKnow I have experienced,
\nAnd yet I know to these I return.<\/p>\n
So mourning is not called for.
\nIt is not requested, nor required.
\nNo offence should be taken at a lack of tears
\nAs those would be held most worthy
\nWhose thoughts are of other
\nThan the sadness that is their own
\nSense of lost attachments. <\/p>\n
Do not mourn. Weep if you must,
\nBut minutes shall serve the same
\nAs years. Do not mourn.<\/p>\n
Do not clutch at this body once
\nVacated, nor cling to vestiges
\nOf my lifetime.<\/p>\n
Do not cling to memories of me.
\nI do not ask to be remembered,
\nNot out of humility,
\nBut out of true concern that
\nAll with whom I came into contact
\nShould benefit from my departure,
\nAs much as they benefited from my presence,
\nAnd that learning and growing
\nWere facilitated by my example.<\/p>\n
Do not cling to memories of me.
\nIn fact to forget me is not to
\nForget me, but to release me and
\nGo on with life, to go on in new
\nKnowledge with the process of learning
\nAnd growing
\nThat should be life.<\/p>\n
You may forget, or you may remember me,
\nBut never can the
\nKnowledge that I brought you
\nBe forgotten,
\nAs it is imprinted in your
\nLifetime, indelibly.<\/p>\n
The knowing that I tried to impart
\nTo all I came in contact with,
\nThrough happiness, through love,
\nAnd through sincere desire to
\nUphold and uplift all those
\nIn all ways and on all planes:
\nThey were those whose contact I made.<\/p>\n
They were those with whom my contact
\nWas made and directed,
\nAnd they are those
\nWith whom my contact shall linger
\nIn their experience.<\/p>\n
In my own experience I take with
\nMe the contact with all,
\nFrom everyone with whom I came
\nInto contact, everyone whom I hope
\nMay have learned from me,
\nI learned from.
\nJust a little, perhaps,
\nBut just enough.<\/p>\n
I take with me that experience
\nPast into my experience future,
\nWhere I may enjoy my own
\nCreations, or become slave to
\nMy own creations, as is seen fit
\nBy the selves I am.
\nThat experience I can never lose,
\nAnd is never lost,
\nAs friends are never lost,
\nNor ever found.
\nFriends are.<\/p>\n
My friends are always.
\nThough in self-indulgent friendships
\nWe revel in the pleasure of
\nThe friend’s company
\nForgetting the past and the future,
\nWhich will always separate us,
\nBut ultimately bring us all
\nTo a greater togetherness,
\nA Oneness,
\nThat will always be a part of me,
\nAnd of all friends.<\/p>\n
My friends always have and
\nShare that part of me,
\nSo they have no need to mourn,
\nNo need to weep.
\nThey need happiness and inspiration
\nAnd their own preparation for
\nMore than earthly future,
\nFor far more is there than
\nJust this earthly future.<\/p>\n
Far, far more than we either know
\nOr realize,
\nNo matter what we know or realize.
\nFar more beyond the comprehension
\nOf a mind brought up in the
\nLimiting realms of sensory perception,
\nFar more beyond the ability to
\nExpress of a mind brought
\nUp in the limitation of language,
\nFar more beyond, and beyond the
\nBeyond of our farthest dreams.<\/p>\n
I am not there now,
\nBut on the way and the path to that
\nUltimate, the ne plus ultra,
\nThe no more beyond that is the
\nAspiration of my living soul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When, so soon, this death occurs,
I shall be ready, waiting.
I shall be there and able:
Able to accept the materialization
Of what has already been accepted
As a part of all that has come to be.<\/p>\n
In accepting life there should be a death accepted also.
For this meager life cannot be […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,6,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-417","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-metaphysical","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/417","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=417"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/417\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":607,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/417\/revisions\/607"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=417"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=417"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=417"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}