You are dead and gone. And you find yourself in a far better place, with people and things - you thought were essential for you to be happy - around. How long you’ll take to stop repenting for thinking so bad about death? How long it will take you to enjoy the new life?
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hardly a minute maybe
Ms. Resilience you are Sujataji!
Arun, I too have thought a lot about death. Thinking about death, I have imagined what it would be like when I am not around and things continue, as they must. It is a difference experience. When dead, we have no ego, no likes and dislikes, no choosing between this and that, no stakes in anything going around. When we are in that kind of void, we experience love flooding into us. It is not the kind of love we had imagined love to be. In the usual state we are, we feel as though we are a special entity separate from the whole of the rest. In the usual state we are, our love is a display of duality--I opposed to the object of my love. This duality vanishes when we are dead to the mind that divides...
(I think you are starting to become a mystic. It is a wonderful experience.)
Venu Chettan: “I have imagined what it would be like when I am not around and things continue, as they must” But my idea is that there’s no such thing as ‘we are not around’ never ever. Even after my death I feel that whoever/ whatever that made me happy is still with me. In other words once dead, the dead cannot realise that they are dead rather they feel like they still live with the people they used to live. Illusions. I think all these thoughts in me had its beginning in these lines of Rumi which I read recently:
This place is a dream
only a sleeper considers it real
then death comes like dawn
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought
was your grief
- Rumi
Great lines, Rumi's. It is seeing beyond, seeing beyond birth and death, isn't it? We are tied to particulars. Our little happiness, our little grief.
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