|Poem by Rabindranath Tagore from Cards by Anne|
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
But has the tree really become a destitute? For see, now the beautiful arrangement of its fruits have got exposed and are no more in the hiding behind the leaves. This is a wondrous play of Nature, wherein it empties one only to fill again. To see this play in wonder, I am sitting outside all day. The cold winter is giving its touch now and then as if to remind me: that your time to Empty all will come in some morning only to reveal the Fullness behind.
|Lord Shiva (Mohit Raina) in His Neelkanth version during the Churning of the Ocean episode|
|Lord Shiva (Mohit Raina) with His mesmerising smile|
Dad also told my friend several things that are too private to disclose here. But, suffice to say that he realised that an inner journey is very important. His almost-quantum leap of awareness post-death was, to me and my friend, amazing. Apparently, one indeed can still learn post-death. But I guess, learning while we live our current live is also important, so we can leave gratefully and without regrets.