Inner Practice: I Love Death
It is the season of Death.
We commemorate the crucifixion of Jesus.
We sweep the tombs of our ancestors.
We revere Death.
We apprehend Death.
We find all ways, miracles and elixirs to avoid Death.
We fear Death, but what are we exactly afraid of? The pain that comes as Life is taken away? The parting away from all our love, desires, attachments when we are living?
We do not know what is after Death. No one is exactly sure to be honest. But with Death all five senses are shut.
Silence.
Void.
Peace.
The thought of Death can sometimes be much more alluring than that of Living.
No more chasing.
No more desiring.
No more anything.
I recently visited a site where thousands perished and were directly entombed on the spot. Death was still so loud and present as it surrounded the living. Yet it reminds right in my face that we are not immortal. That time is limited. That the line between Life and Death is just so fine.
Death gives meaning to Life.
Death is Life.
