A Unity

Even though you are gone I still feel you with me in my heart
You are in my babies heart beat
You are in my father’s efforts for charity
You are in my sister’s poetry
You are somehow still present in the world

I miss your touch, your embrace
The sound of you coming down the stairs
The sound of your voice and your wise words
The wholeness of a family gathering
The joy of your smile
You are still present in my heart

As time passes
Grief’s grip comes and goes
I think of life and death in new ways
Old friends and strangers, meetings and the day today are all defined by your absence
I long for your presents but only feel it touching from a distance

Does deaths touch contain all or nothing?
An end or a new beginning
Who can honestly say without fear or contradiction?
“Knowledge comes with deaths release”
Why is the truth hidden, does it long be found?
Going to meet the Holy Spirit

I sat in the room next door, minutes after you died
Saying I could feel your presents
Was I lying to myself for comfort?
In the grip of the madness of your passing
Or was I feeling something which is real
None of us know the world wholly
“There are more things in heaven and earth”

When I think that I, am done with grief
I can see grief is not done with me
What passes between the worlds of the living and dead?
Is everything that is tempus the only reality?
In the east they call it Maya, the world of illusion
The world of vanishing shapes to identify yourself with this is in a way to be cut off from ones true self
Oh that I could see the world fully but it defies my understanding and my aims in meditation
the empty mind which seeks unity

To be in the present
The eternal present
The dreamtime
For their, there is no death

Unlocked, rather than locked down
A feeling which defines the world
Nurtures it, feeds it and feeds off it

A union of conception
A dream of the acquisition of form
A light in the night sky
A unity