July 10, 2011

This is death, the stone cold answer: for any number of reasons the body-mind declines and shuts down, the senses wink off, perhaps quickly, perhaps slowly, and that chattering monkey between our ears begins to lose coherence in a slow, slurring slide, like Hal in "2001," and then...from the perspective of the body-mind, annihilation. But only the body-mind is gone. What we are, call it consciousness without content, call it spirit, what you will, remains, free, untethered and never tethered. Our death returns us to the Clear Light, to shining Being-Consciousness-Bliss.  This is not to say we should blow our brains out this minute - I love life and feel graced by it - but to point out the pointless clinging to the most obviously transient thing we think we possess: our lives. Of course, this is all easily said beneath this umbrella as the birds chirp.