The finite

Published March 22, 2012 by arabian roses

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; the simple phrase that anyone can relate to the ultimate end of one’s physical body. In a world where children, young men and women across the world have seen so much of death in such a short period of time, many of us still fear it. It is the great unknown. The sphere of departure.

Death is the natural guarantee of life. It is the complement of birth; one cannot exist without the other. It is also the only other part of life that simply just happens. You cannot know when you are born, or how death will happen upon you. Perhaps the spirit is well aware of both, but.. that is another sphere.

If you’ve ever witnessed anyone depart this world, or have been in their presence during their final hours, you know firsthand the totality of the sphere of departure. It is a moment that cannot be adequately described with simple words. It is a feeling of tremendous sadness and pain, but also contains love and heartfelt compassion. Witnessing death is witnessing the fabric of the paradox, the heart of Tantra.

Death can happen with sharpness and ferocity, or it can be slow and painful. It can just as well be peaceful and painless. It is different for everyone. If only we were to have the option, I’m sure that many would select the later.

I recently witnessed my Grandfather pass. His health had been failing for the past 7 years, and ultimately took a turn for the worse. My family has been spread far apart across North America for many years, though in the final days of my Grandfather’s life we all returned home; a true testament to the love that he showed us during all of his years.

We all sat, stood or knelt on the floor of the cramped hospital room at one time or another. We came and went in shifts throughout the day, hoping he’d be awake, trying to spend as much time as possible with him. We all knew the end was a short time away, as did he.

In the end, he was transported home, as was his wish. He wished only to die in the comfort of his own home, surrounded by his family. We all gathered and waited, slowly saying I Love you and Goodbye, one person at a time in their own fashion.

As a person’s life slowly starts to fade, the color of the body begins to darken, no longer vibrant or pulsing with life. Breathing and coherence start to mute, and strange things start to happen. We all witnessed these things, as a family. And as the last burst of energy left my Grandfather’s body, the room filled with a sadness that cannot be described.

He died with grace and dignity, a feat that I was lucky to have witnessed. In full acceptance of his fate, not knowing the minute or the hour that it would transpire, he was in loving care and completely lucid of his retirement. No longer in fear, but only in complete arms of faith. I can only hope to meet death with the same solid heart and sound mind as he.

The sphere of departure has been a great mystery to all humans. It is a time for passing, for crossing over; for the end of the physical body. Though, I truly believe it is not the end. It is the beginning of something all the more wonderful and amazing.

Perhaps our souls are just children in this world, learning, growing until the time is right for the next lesson. We’ll all know one day, maybe.

Written by Knowthesphere

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