Honoring Life

Today was the funeral for my father. For some reason I have not cried much. Looking at his body in the open casket, an instant realizaton occured that he is not there. The knowing of this indescribable place he is..... am I too. 

So at the funeral I told a few stories and read the blog I just wrote from last week. I looked out at the large crowd of friends and relatives and also read the poem below.  The words just flowed out without me doing anything and in a couple of point where I began to tear the instant knowing of Life showed up to help me along.

My three children and wife sat in front of me, mixed in as One

I will cry...not for me... but for my children who may be sad...for others also... and for the simple honering.... honering this... honering life... and the act of labeling it so perfectly and loving the tiny moment served to share. 

And as these tiny moments appear and are called Harry in this case.... we all befriended them...




Goodbye My Friend... and Thank You

Perfect words can never change the moment

It stands before you an emptiness once filled with love

No echo, no embracement, no growth, no one

This mystery and pain will be your Friend

and guide you to places of deep silence and wisdom

A place only you can go

Places only you will know

One day you will carry this wisdom.... into another

and your depth shall be felt

an unspoken knowing of your experience

And you will lose yourself in moments

and embrace your depth and wisdom

and love again.... more deeply