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Status: Single
Age: 30
Sign: Cancer

State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/13/2005
Friday, August 08, 2008 

When my coffin is being taken out; you must never think I am missing this world…
don't shed any tears; don't lament or feel sorry
I'm not falling into a monster's abyss.

When you see my corpse is being carried…don't cry for my leaving.
I'm not leaving; I'm arriving at eternal love.

When you leave me in the grave; don't say goodbye
Remember a grave is only a curtain for the paradise behind.
You'll only see me descending into a grave; now watch me rise
how can there be an end when the sun sets or
the moon goes down it looks like the end; it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn.

When the grave locks you up; that is when your soul is freed

Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life; why should you doubt the rise of a seed named human

have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty;
why lament for a soul when for the last time you close your mouth your words and and soul will be freed
- Rumi

 

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Hawa
Hawa Hokoki

 
Wow..I love this. It encompasses everything I believe. There is no death, just a continuation of life in another dimension, and I feel our real home is beyond this world. When our physical being dies, we are being sent 'home', and I think that's a very positive thing.
It's too bad so many people see death as something negative, when in reality it's even more natural than birth ;-)

Thanks for sharing!
 
Posted by Hawa on Sunday, August 10, 2008 - 6:13 AM
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the day i read this, i had just come back from a funeral. i was so moved by the outpouring of emotion by the people, and i tried to hold back my tears knowing that what really matters is the soul and that can never be buried, but it was hard not to cry, especially when they started the process of throwing dirt on his coffin... isn't it funny that we come into the world crying and leave it to the sounds of others crying and it makes you think what is life and what is death, it happens simultaneously by the minute, and yet we are shocked and devastated by it all over again every single time it happens... a good friend of mine died in a car accident a few years ago and he wrote a poem that was very similar to this one, it is really amazing... i'm not sure if he would have wanted to make it public, but i'll let you read it sometime.

 
Posted by X on Friday, August 15, 2008 - 10:54 PM
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the day i read this, i had just come back from a funeral. i was so moved by the outpouring of emotion by the people, and i tried to hold back my tears knowing that what really matters is the soul and that can never be buried, but it was hard not to cry, especially when they started the process of throwing dirt on his coffin...

isn't it funny that we come into the world crying and leave it to the sounds of others crying and it makes you think what is life and what is death, it happens simultaneously by the minute, and yet we are shocked and devastated by it all over again every single time it happens...

a good friend of mine who died in a car accident a few years ago wrote a poem that was very similar to this one, it is really amazing... i'm not sure if he would have wanted to make it public, but i would be happy to let you read it sometime.

 
Posted by X on Friday, August 15, 2008 - 10:55 PM
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