Mourning the Death of a Close Friend
By ExoticHippieQueen ©2015
At first notice, the gloom crept over me like a dark cloud moving silently overhead through the night, then settling down into my bones, preparing for a long visit.
The darkness had texture, as if it were a fabric, authority as if it were my dungeon master, and a vast weight, as it it were the universe resting on my heart.
Pounding chest, dry mouth, churning insides…depressive, even alarming disturbances took me over in the confrontation of my grief.
Losing someone I love provokes an eruption of my internal volcano, a reminder of my own frailty, and of the quicksand that we all attempt to traverse each day without being suddenly sucked down into the inescapable.
I find my heathenistic lament to be tragically serious.
Yet, seriously unnecessary.
When referring to Ancient Scrolls, fossil records, and especially wind crystals and the remains of atomic fragments, the evidence for the continuity of life is obvious and repetitive, even strangely reassuring.
Truth is, life is a flowing river of pearls, shimmering, winding through the fabric of time, and all of humanity must travel it.
To experience life is to understand that the river is fierce at times, catching us up in the current and slamming us up against rocks and timbers of adversity, as we flail and sputter to stay afloat. At other times, the force slows to a gentler meandering where we can enjoy the scenery, possibly float on a pearl to catch our breath.
River transitions are often sudden, brutal, shocking, or may occur in a beautiful surprise that blesses us.
The mystery of our unknown future sustains us in the every day, keeps life supple and glossy, prevents stagnation, though at a cost that wears on us over a lifetime.
To survive this journey, nurture your soul.
Have lunch at the ocean, with wine and cheese,
Live a genuine life,
Observe flying monkeys and twirling gypsies with calm detachment, a brilliant life lesson,
Enjoy the stardust that falls on your shoulders each evening, instead of brushing it away,
Love deeply and fiercely,
Examine the stream of your soul, what flows with it, into it and from it.
Accept that you will be a soul passing through the corridor,
Noticing the fading of the din, the intense drawing towards the beautiful Light,
Acknowledging other souls going before and after you,
Souls from the four corners of the earth,
Souls coming and going,
Souls that can’t be seen, but sensed,
Souls to the left of your shoulder,
Souls overwhelmed with awe,
Heaving souls, trembling souls,
Souls moving effortlessly without bodies,
Souls passing through the portal with you,
Souls next to you, so close that you could touch,
Legions of souls, moving in the current,
All flowing with the river, bathing in its peace.