The day recorded on the calendar:
When realms meet at the point of death,
What do I wish for then?
When realms meet at the point of death,
What do I wish for then?
People are the gift
Nothing else will carry through -
No ornament, or clutter kept
Or pendant, medal on the wall
No guilty stain, or shadow of regret.
Are words spoken in the libraries of time
Stored for future viewing?
Will I move into forever with a spirit that I grew
And watered, turned towards
The hands of my Great Gardener
For secret rendezvous of hearts combined?
Unfold each lesson from the offerings before me
As a gift from wisdom to be learnt and to be sung.
Build into the spirit, listen for the steps ahead.
Create beauty from the ashes
Allow the stars to touch my soul.
Hold the hands of my dear children,
Breathe into the space life makes
For those who set aside what does not matter.
Look carefully into the eyes of others,
Spend time with the people who are my treasure
Instead of money on what cannot last for long.
Get rid of what can't satisfy,
Be generous to the world at large.
Don't try to always understand what's going on.
Be one with my true self.
Embrace the unknown - mystery must do its work.
Turn over stones to see the smallness there.
Keep on peeling off the scales of all life throws
Massage oils of forgiveness into my heart
Dream and don't give up on dreaming,
Live in the senses of the now.
When it comes time to pass on through, this is what I wish for:
That eternity will not take me by surprise
If I make friends with it
This side.
Jenneth Graser
Sansui vintage Japanese scroll painting, Sage & Pine Tree Mountain
Nothing else will carry through -
No ornament, or clutter kept
Or pendant, medal on the wall
No guilty stain, or shadow of regret.
Are words spoken in the libraries of time
Stored for future viewing?
Will I move into forever with a spirit that I grew
And watered, turned towards
The hands of my Great Gardener
For secret rendezvous of hearts combined?
Unfold each lesson from the offerings before me
As a gift from wisdom to be learnt and to be sung.
Build into the spirit, listen for the steps ahead.
Create beauty from the ashes
Allow the stars to touch my soul.
Hold the hands of my dear children,
Breathe into the space life makes
For those who set aside what does not matter.
Look carefully into the eyes of others,
Spend time with the people who are my treasure
Instead of money on what cannot last for long.
Get rid of what can't satisfy,
Be generous to the world at large.
Don't try to always understand what's going on.
Be one with my true self.
Embrace the unknown - mystery must do its work.
Turn over stones to see the smallness there.
Keep on peeling off the scales of all life throws
Massage oils of forgiveness into my heart
Dream and don't give up on dreaming,
Live in the senses of the now.
When it comes time to pass on through, this is what I wish for:
That eternity will not take me by surprise
If I make friends with it
This side.
Jenneth Graser
Sansui vintage Japanese scroll painting, Sage & Pine Tree Mountain
Jenneth, I saw this on Holy Disorder of Dancing Monks. SO beautiful...in our community (four close friends gather each Wed a.m. for silence and sharing) there have been several sudden deaths of friends of our adolescent and college age kids. It is heartbreaking. Thank you for this poem-gift
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing <3 it is heart breaking,i experienced what it is to lose my brother and to see what my parents went through. What a special supportive group you have, many blessings to all of you who share this grief xx
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