The Naked Philosopher

I would like to say that on the day she died,
The world stopped living,
As she had;
Or, at least,
That I did.

But life went on as before.
The sun rose, dawn broke, birds sang,
And under my window, people chattered, and laughed, and lived,
As they always have.

I lived, too.
I made phone-calls and conversation and coffee.
I ran errands and arranged furniture and people.
I dressed her in her best clothes and covered her with bright flowers.
I lit incense and sang hymns and accepted condolences.
And, finally,
I wept as if my heart would break as they took her away.

But my heart did not break.
And I still live. And love. And laugh.
As when she was alive.

Does she see this and wonder?

by Parwathy Ratnam on Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 9:34pm

“The highest state of Love is not a relationship at all, it is simply a state of your Being. Just as trees are green, a lover is loving. They are not green for particular persons, it is not that when you come they become green. The flower goes on spreading it’s fragrance whether anybody comes or not, whether anybody appreciates or not. The flower does not start releasing its fragrance when it sees that a great poet is coming by – “Now this man will appreciate, now this man will be able to understand who I am.”. And it does not close its doors when it sees that a stupid, idiotic person is passing there – insensitive, dull, a politician or something like that. It does not close itself – “What is the point? Why cast pearls before swine?”. No, the flower goes on spreading its fragrance. It is a state of being, not a relationship…” – Osho

~ Bernardo Antonacci Enlightened Love