As one of advancing years, I realize ever more deeply that no one can die for me. Nor should they. We each have our own death to die.
We look to heal our bodies, and that is as it should be. I wish the body that I am to fare well, but I find the healing of my soul as more important. What is my soul? It is my core essence that ranges far beyond the body's bounds, that identifies with the life force emerging in this particular form, as this particular manifestation and beyond.
I identify with, become identical to, this life force that arises out of the Great Mystery, that lives as an embodying of the Great Mystery, that drops the body and returns to the further adventures of Great Mystery. In this identification, I have in a sense already "died."
And still there is the dropping of the body, the leaving of this old warhorse that does its job. It will happen as it happens. Meanwhile, I laugh and rejoice in this life under earth's sun.
I love being a geezer. It is the happiest time of my life.
Sharing these thoughts is very helpful to me, personally, George..
ReplyDeleteApproaching the advancing years, I have been spending a fair amount of time searching out others takes on this, and your efforts here on Geezer are the ones that ring in most clearly, perhaps because you were one of the first people to give me a glimpse into the world of the soul back when I was just a young sprout in the backwaters of Dakota by introducing Tai Chi to me. Nutritious, healthy food for thought here at this blog and I thank you.
I'm not quite a geezer, yet. But I see my Mom struggling with the battle called life and death. But I don't think she gets it. Very sad for her.
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