Cover me with soft earth, and let each handful be mixed With seeds of jasmine, lilies and myrtle; and when they Grow above me, and thrive on my body's element they will Breathe the fragrance of my heart into space; And reveal even to the sun the secret of my peace; And sail with the breeze and comfort the wayfarer.
Leave me then, friends - leave me and depart on mute feet, As the silence walks in the deserted valley; Leave me to God and disperse yourselves slowly, as the almond And apple blossoms disperse under the vibration of Nisan's breeze. Go back to the joy of your dwellings and you will find there That which Death cannot remove from you and me. Leave with place, for what you see here is far away in meaning From the earthly world.
Leave me. This was read at my husband's burial and it helped a little to fill the void he has left in my world. This is so beautiful. I was crying while reading this remembering my late little brother who has gone seventeen years ago. Talk not of my departure with sighs in your hearts; close Your eyes and you will see me with you forevermore. A poem on death, so exquisitely penned!
Death seen as a dawn and a new beginning! Thanks for sharing. Thanks Maria. Wish you the best in Written in such a way that de mystifies death. Wish you the best of Thanks for sharing Report Reply. Read all comments. Read this poem in other languages.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. No stranger are you among us, nor a guest, but our sun and our dearly beloved. Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face. And the priests and the priestesses said unto him: Let not the waves of the sea separates us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory. You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces. Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you. And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
And others came also and entreated him. But he answered them not. He only bent his head; and those who stood near saw his tears falling upon his breast. And he and the people proceeded towards the great square before the temple. And there came out of the sanctuary a woman whose name was Almitra. And she was a seeress. And he looked upon her with exceeding tenderness, for it was she who had first sought and believed in him when he had been but a day in their city.
And she hailed him, saying: Prophet of God, in quest of the uttermost, long have you searched the distances for your ship. And now your ship has come, and you must needs go. Deep is your longing for the land of your memories and the dwelling place of your greater desires; and our love would not bind you nor our needs hold you. Yet this we ask ere you leave us, that you speak to us and give us of your truth. And we will give it unto our children, and they unto their children, and it shall not perish.
The light sparked brighter and brighter and everything around me sparkled with a beauty that was beyond words. I again felt the love my dad had always given me —— and with that, I enjoyed taking the leap to leave the corporate world to become an entrepreneur. That strength, I learned, came from knowing that beauty lies in every moment, every day.
It also comes from discovering what it means to each of us, and to our souls, to leave behind a legacy in this world, to overcome the fear of death, and to embrace our humanity.
The ones we love really never leave. When we allow ourselves to open our eyes wide, we can embrace in our hearts all the beauty that is there. We can create a legacy and carry our loved ones with us. Our information pack contains an Eterneva brochure, process FAQ, and guide to diamond pricing.
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Words by: Robin Emmerich. My dad worked demanding hours at a Fortune company. It is said that many actually do this. Once the spirit has left the body, it begins its unusual journey into the other world. Lamas believe that this journey is nothing more than a series of subjective visions.
This is all like a dream which the spirit makes for itself being influenced by its tendencies and by its past activities. It is said that, immediately after leaving the body, the spirits gets the flickering intuition of the supreme reality. Should the spirit be able to perceive this light, then it can reach liberation, namely it can be released definitively from the cycle of death and rebirth.
This is how a spirit can attain the state of nirvana. However, this happens very rarely. Usually, the spirit is blinded by this shining light. Then, it can be drawn back by its false ideas and conceptions, by its attachment to the existence as an individual and by the pleasures of the senses.
Ordinary people have a superstitious belief in this regard. They say that, in order to be convinced, the spirit which has left its body should go to a place where there is sand. There, it should look at its footprints. Should these be reversed, then it means that he or she is dead. As for the lama, he counsels the deceased to go and start his or her journey without looking behind.
This recommendation is made for the good of the spirit. When it comes to the common folk they are afraid, and they want to avoid the possible malefic occult presence of a dangerous revenant. In Tibet death ritual the lama counsels the deceased to proceed with the journey without looking back. While the funerary ceremonies take place the spirit travels through Bardo.
There it sees luminous beings of supreme beauty as well as monstrous entities. It also sees strange visions and roads with different colors. In this way the spirit becomes frightened and disoriented. What is most important at this time is for it to listen to the good advice of the lama. In this way, the spirit can enter perfectly aware into the afterlife and walk on a road which will take him or her to be reborn among the gods.
As for those who do not know what Bardo is, they cannot benefit from the good advice of the lama. They may not even be able to hear this advice.
These souls end up reincarnating as humans or as animals. While one will be a dog, another will be the child of man.The Beauty of Death Anthology, edited by Bram Stoker Award® Winning Author Alessandro Manzetti. BRAM STOKER AWARDS NOMINEE - SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN AN ANTHOLOGY Over 40 stories and novellas by both contemporary masters of /5(8).