Death, My Dearest Friend
How wonderful it is to meet you again,
Your silent embrace calms the world and
sets forth new adventures for my soul.
My Dear Friend, Why dont people understand you?
People Fear you and Despise you.
They judge you and try and evade you.
They call you the enemy and curse you.
They blame you for taking away loved ones.
Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Lovers, Daughters, Sons.
“Shhh! Don’t say that!” ,they whisper as your name is uttered.
As if, by saying you name an evil omen is unleashed.
Why do they not see the gift that is you?
You are the worlds greatest healer.
The Change Agent of the Universe.
You clear out the old and make way for the new.
You end stories to make way for new ones.
Death, You are not the end,
not even close, you are the start of every beginning.
Shakespeare says it best:
‘All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players’
We come into this world with a role to play,
We choose the lines we wish to say,
and when the curtains close we wish to stay
but we need to leave for other roles play.
I really enjoyed this Role I played.
So many fascinating labels:
Leo, Gopal, Hypnotist, Brother, Son, Lover, Friend.
..and to think that they will all be renewed in the end.
Such weight, lifted of my soul as my ego is removed,
Aaah, a sigh of relief – when will we meet again old friend?
Death, The Most Glorious thing about your friendship
is that meeting you again is inevitable.
Every passing moment brings us closer to our reunion.
goes the the clock…
Let us meet again,
let us embrace,
and take me to that place
with no time and no space.
My Dearest Death, you are the greatest part of Creation.
Till we meet again.
With Love, Leo