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“The man who dies before he dies, does not die when he dies.”

Some believe that every loss in life prepares us for what is considered by many to be our greatest loss of all…that of life itself…and there are others who believe that loss and gain are simply constructs of the mind…that we are all simply (and complexly) the products of the constant regrouping of various atoms and carbons…so is ‘loss’ simply a question of perspective ? or is there really a ’someone’, who loses a ’something’.

How can we know ?
How could we possibly experience ‘loss’ without first knowing ‘gain’ ?
How could we experience death, without first knowing life ?
and if one inevitably leads to the other,
Why is it that so many of us are so totally unprepared for either ?

Is ‘loss’ simply one of ‘life’s cruel gifts’ to bring us to our ’senses’ and the inevitable consequence of viewing life from the perspective of ‘gain’ ? or is it just an unavoidable Law of Nature ?

Please read ‘Matty - Gift of Life’, my own quite visceral response to an experience of ‘loss’.

Matty only lived for 7 months and whilst he never drew breath, he touched so many peoples’ lives. My life will never ever be the same because of him and what his passing allowed me to experience.

John

death, oh death…
life dying into death.
that black bled bleeding into death,
down, down into the base red root of the chakras.

death dying into life
and in times gone by satisfied and this time not.
and the surging passion of the black bled bleeding moving through,
finding the passion of the base red kundalini
through, unsatisfied, hungry.

into and through the emotions,
into and through the oceanic heart
into and through, into and through, into and through …

until …

the black bled bleeding through the red raw emotions
still hungry
touches, crystic love.

and the passions arising
the emotions bursting
the heart extending
the mind holding
the eye seeing
and the whole being through the black bled bleeding
released,
brought into being through the red raw emotions.

life dying into life.
released and yet held,
held in the passion that so once lost me,
that same releasing-holding passion that now finds
me
through the black bled bleeding.

touched inside and out, held outside and in
and life’s longing for itself found in death.

touched …
seeded by the passion …
called by love …
into and through, into and through, into and through …

birthed. life. still. settling. centred.

calm, calming, calmer, with the black-red passion.

We think we are the being who breathes,
… but we are more like the breath …

We think we are the thinker who thinks,
… but we are more the thought …

We think we are the singer, the dancer, the musician who plays,
but we are simply the sounds on which those reputations are built

… and sometimes we think we are God,
but we are simply a word on his lips …