I wrote this reflection
on the endless loop of life…
I wrote it as an alternative to putting our existence into
categories called “birth” and “death.” With eternal life, there is only
metamorphosis in the manifestations of our Eternal Sacred Spirit energy.
I have been left several times, alone with those who are ill and
about to leave their physical selves because others were afraid to face the
person’s pain. This has caused my grief to be doubled and tripled, as I became
the receptacle for all the unexpressed pain of those who could not love one who
they saw as abandoning them.
I have assisted several people at their “deaths,” honoring their
requests to do so with humor. I believe that when we learn to laugh in the face
of pain, we will have more people unafraid to attend to each other in times of
illness and exhalation of the final physical breath of those we love.
I am invested in injecting some silly into the sacred.
Eternal Energy
Our energy is like
pollen that we spread to all around us;
Some may open to
receive it, and some turn away.
Some can't accept what
we offer, as it is foreign to them;
These may remain as our
neighbors, but never as family.
Not all around a mighty
oak are destined to become trees,
And not only the trees
are needed to complete a forest.
Even the duff that's
produced by the oak's decay
Is important to
sustain the life it, again, becomes.
The only caste system
in any culture is imagined;
Neither ants, maggots,
nor termites are untouchables.
They are simply the
workers that we don't often see,
Refreshing energy for
newly formed earthly life.
There's no new energy;
it is all Alpha and Omega.
The Spirit than was in
the beginning is now and forever.
It is our human duty to
shelter The Sacred Spirit
In ourselves and in our
family's holy home.
There are those who
wish to possess your seeds.
They are the ones who
cannot allow any pure beauty,
Without owning and
controlling it for their own pleasure.
These will destroy a
full forest to build their own beds.
We must be careful to
whom we open ourselves.
Is their dust around
us pollen or poison?
We must also be careful
with whom we share,
As some wish to hoard
our Sacred Spirit in a cage.
They will cut us off
from the roots that feed us,
And when we wilt and
die, they will replace us.
We can only pray that
the joy we've given
Will become sacred
energy in other's memories.
I was once a mighty
oak, in a thriving forest,
But I continued to have
branches pruned,
And poisons poured
around my roots.
But the poison poured
didn't kill all of me.
Two of my acorns lived
to sprout in new soil;
By others in the
forest, they have been taken away.
When I see them
sheltering their own small trees,
And I am overcome with
gratitude for their grace.
I weep for the
forests that are not nurtured;
Where every leaf that
falls is quickly taken away;
Where no care is taken
in grafting and pollinating,
And the tiny trees are
too crowded to thrive.
I wish that my body
could be put upon a pyre,
And set out in the
shade of a huge oak tree.
Birds feast on my
flesh and bones enrich the soil,
This would seem
perfect recycling for my energy.
Or take my body out on
my much-loved lake,
With my friends and
family in my funeral boat.
Mark the spot where I
am placed in the water;
The crabbing will be
very good here.
I lived to laugh,
love, and leave an impression.
Sing; dance; eat;
drink; laugh until you choke.
I see nothing sacred
about sadness,
And you will never be free
of my energy. HaHa!
Yvette Autin Warren: I am a grandmother who was recently ordained as a minister in the Universal Life Church. I sought this title to honor my many years of ministering to those around me as daughter, sister, wife, mother, food service manager, community volunteer, aunt, and friend. After my children were grown and I retired from the workforce, I had no title that I felt actually honored my current position in society. I am still ministering, but not in the physical spheres in which I did serve. I now mostly serve as an elder and advisor. I write about my spiritual journey and have published several books, the most recent We’re Already Eternal a collection of insights into the ways we manifest The Sacred Spirit with our lives. Join me in my journey at my blog 'One Family, Many Faiths' here.
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