May 26, 2014

This insight into dying, from a recent retreat on the topic, focused not on that singular, undying Self/God, but on the starker reality that “death is the end of things as we know them”, that “we do not continue in any way in the manner in which we know ourselves”.  But it is this reality of death that makes all of our true living possible:

“Death is that one circumstance which breathes all potential into our small lives, that one thing, looming and certain, which makes whatever is possible possible at all.  Nothing we struggle with or struggle for, nothing we believe in, nothing we need or acquire, nothing we succeed at and nothing we fail at, matter at all, exist at all, in the absence of death.  A state in which nothing dies is a state in which nothing flourishes, because the whole process of unfolding is not possible at all.  Things move and change and develop because there is death.  Things become and resolve and clarify only because death waits for us.  Everything you have loved, every new opening, every illumination and revelation was brought into you because death is the foundation of your circumstance.”

And further, we are urged to fully inhabit all those limited parts of ourselves that will certainly one day pass:

“We are identified with these things that die.  We are our bodies and we love our bodies, we are the personalities we inhabit, the things we want and need and feel.  We are the fragility and the vulnerability that death imparts to us with no exception.  We come here and we become those things that die, and to try and just be that thing that doesn’t, misses the point entirely.  The point is to be the thing that dies.  The point is to know that, and love that, and not seek to be other than that.  The point is to go wide-eyed and wonder-filled through and into that very dying that we are all destined for, that very thing which makes destiny itself a beautiful mystery to each of us.”


One Response to “Dying”

  1. Existence is becoming – would you say Emily? This begs the question as to what ‘things die’ if life is no-thing-ness, but rather a pure becoming. With gratitude and respect, Hariod.

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