There he was; lying still, as still as the Ground… his tongue slipped by the sides of his mouth as if to taste Earth’s ground for last time….
His belly soft.;... must like the soil moulds into wet sand, for little fingers to build suncastles with…
His keratin spines intact, holding onto the sharpness of survival to the last moment…
Holding my daughter;s hand as we were approaching him, each of our step felt like a tiny bow before his tiny body…
“Look at him Iphianassa, look how beautiful he is- he is dead…”
My eyes begun welling up as I entered the temple of the vastness we re called to pay our respects for .
Her little eyes transfixed onto him, blinking rapidly at the strange image unfolding before her eyes.. Moving fast in search of meaning ? or perhaps admiring his beauty…
Another mother and her boy passed through, the young lad lended his coat to lift him away from pavement made of sterile cement… an echo of humanity’s forgetting for survival
An act of rebellion to the clockocraucy of this lifetime….( a term gifted to me by Rashani Réa)
Kneeled down and stood around him; we admired Death… there is an immense beauty Death holds… what a gracious encounter we were bestowed…
Four strangers gathering around to put flowers around his body… we made him a little funeral song…
“Mum im sad, lift me…”my daughter said, knowing too well her little lungs were filling with the enormity of life bursting as tears at the edge of her blinking eyes.
“Beautiful my daughter, feeling sad is beautiful… “
“Look iphianassa he is going back to mama Earth, mama Earth brings us here and takes us away…she is everywhere” i whispered holding her in my arms, as we continued to walk towards the nursery…
Her big round blue eyes transfixed, locked into the liminality of life.
Time stood STILL , and for some time i felt hedgehog’s little claws, were with us, cutting throug the veil…
“...and in the trees..”
“Yes iphianassa”
…”and in the sticks…
“AND in the sticks…”
“And in the sky….”
We kept walking but there was no one moving this time. I was everywhere . The dying in me the vastness of his spirit following my footsteps whispering “ bow here … and here …. And here ….”
My daughter s hands wrapped around my neck felt as if it came the cosmos … humanity s hands clawing for love safety and belonging…
I left her at the nursery in an altered state… as I type this I recognise
How deep our forgetting is;….. to call DEATH liminality an altered state when it is the very fabric of our reality…veiling us from the immensity of our love
Our hearts inner core once the keratins spines we have built over the years melt in us…
Walking back i was beggingfor my heart to break open wider still… holding in her love - the love death gifted me-
the spikes within that have hardened from the cemented timeframe
Little friend, thank you for bringing me back to the moment in your stunning breathtaking way…
May your spirit allow these words to travel through me
Melting on their passing keratin spines of the reader s hearts
A little more
If there is one thing I’m here to Sing is the Song of Death so we re learn how to truly Live …
The spiritual heritage we gift our children is underlying all that I’m here to offer and gift to the world…
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Burning to the Question Of WHAT and HOW to be a human being is a necessity in our cemented lives … let us fall through the cracks of forgetting to be resurrected to our fierce Mother Earth Heart
