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No words cover the experience. No time undoes the feeling. In love having fullness. Only to be left releasing: A shovel, a handful of dirt and the hole left behind. In love, in sharing: becoming angels. Living itself: is the wing beat of being an angel. Even when forced to face death Coming down to find the ground. No words fulfill this hole. Not enough dirt hide the remains, within the mind, memory and visions which as if alive continue to play out. In peace I wish you peace to say in oneness Death is a reflection Looking back from the depths towards the light where we all are one. This is truth The reason no words work in that Death is the merging, Becoming alight with the Tao.
Casey Kochmer May 2008
I have died,
Shedding my bones
Embracing it
as the larger whole
as a larger truth
People fear it: due to ego
Not wanting to lose self
Not wanting to lose connections
This is very ironic since in death:
we connect to the whole.
We dive back into every expression
of what we are.
No need exists ever to rush into death
No reason justifies fearing death
It is as it will be.
In the now
Spin within the joy of living.
Death sorts itself out
Diving into the light that it is.
Taoism teaches how to embrace death, not as life and not as an ending. To a Taoist death represents a matrix of transformation.