Thursday, 25 June 2009
Rest in Peace
LEAVING OUR HOUSE
We leave the physical realm when our lease runs out and it is time for us to create something new.
As we leave our temple shrine, we bring together all that was, all that is and all that there could ever be.
We accept the pathways that we walked, the talk and the service that we did provide.
Now reunited with the Godhead once again coming into full bloom like the power of the full moon.
Let us pray for the magic to begin, another time, another place a different dimension from the one that we
May peace be with you
A poem written for a lady who had just buried her mother.
WE ARE THE WORLD
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts and presents aren't promises.
You begin to accept your defeats with your head up and eyes open and with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for your plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers and you will learn that you really can endure, that you really are special.
You really do have worth, so live to learn and know yourself, in doing so, you will learn to live.
Rest in peace Michael.
Peace beyond measure