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QUICK DEATH

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Dear Reader;

Once I had a lucid dream wherein I was falling from a great height, just like Nicholas Cage in ‘City of Angels.’ As I plummeted earthward, I could feel the harsh air on my face, pulling my hair straight up with the force of my speed. At first I panicked, and a pure, full-body terror took over. I thought, “This is it. Prepare yourself for the impact, because you are going to die.” I waited for the pain, for the immense trauma of hitting the ground, wherever it lay, from whatever great height I had fallen.

It didn’t come. I waited, and still, it didn’t come. I continued to fall, more and more, further and further, until I realized there was nothing to hit, no bottom, no end. Then, in that realization, my entire being filled with an ecstatic freedom, beyond gravity, beyond primal fear. I was not flying, but neither was I dying. I was in freefall, in absolute surrender, and blessedly, miraculously, there was no end. This was not a dream about the cruelty of death, but rather a message about the eternal nature of being. If only I would allow.

How many times do we die within each life? How many ways do we die, within each way of being? How many deaths do we live, of the ego, of our false beliefs, of our illusions, attachments, and suppositions?

And so we may wonder, shall we choose to drag out each death, suffering by suffering, or will we reach a point of surrender, to allow the largest expression of Trust to lead us, wherever we may fall?

QUICK DEATH

For a glass to break
it must first fall
from a height
and in the shattering
be returned to the dust
from which
it was made

This destruction
must happen
for the form
to be recreated
explosive
yet necessary
for those
who would be
reborn

Do not attempt
to catch the shards
as they fly
but let them burst open
down to the cellular structure
that has been
their definition
and there you will find it
the freedom
the nothingness
you so desire

Do not chase it
but rather take it
as your own
Do not resist it
but rather predispose yourself
to it
Do not pretend
its absence
but rather be unashamed
of it
and as the shattering
continues
you will lose
your awareness of it
as pain
and find instead
that hot peace
burning
in its stead
as you ride the waves
of a fearless pain
relentless
and forgiven
because it is simply
a decomposition
of the old
and is there any greater beauty
than the rotting leaf
that feeds
the buds
of spring

Discover the wisdom
in this beauty
for there lies
your courage
It is everything
as you die
and are born
and you die
and are born
and there is nothing
but exquisite Love
in every crumbling cliff
in every decaying bone
It is your bold celebration
of this truthfulness
that will awaken all
who watch

No more waiting
It is all found
here
where there is no escape
in your surrender
to your sadness
to the reconstruction
of all
that is
your home

Let go
of any life raft
for it is a quick death
that you want
once you welcome
the depths
of the sea

much love, Adi

www.dearhumanchild.com

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