Journey of the Flowers

Once upon a time
When I was a little girl
On my way to home and school
I used to witness...

The final parade of the demised
Heading towards the burial ground
And felt sorry for the dead, and the flowers
That were strewn on the path to the crematory.

I pitied the short life of those flowers
For their miserable fate
To die along with the dead
And wondered about
The flowers that were blessed
To celebrate the joys of life.

While some were cherished
Why others vanished from people’s memory?
Was my long awaited query.

After many years, with a mature mind
I have realized the sacred truth
Of the flowers that were destined
To die along with the dead

Were actually blessed
More than the celebrated ones
For the journey of those flowers
Along with the demised
Were destined to reach
The Almighty’s Abode!

Death-The mentor

Well, after my grandma died
And after reading Emily Dickinson's poems about death in college
As well as, experiencing too many dear hearts depart
My perception of death changed drastically.

Death is a great teacher
For it has taught me the truth
Living is part of dying and dying is part of living
Detachment should be deeper than attachment
Life on earth is like a trip to the Moon
While you are there, learn and experience all you can
To become one with Nature!

So nothing to worry about
For we are here on our soul's journey
Simply enjoy the time together
And shed the relationship forever
Hence be prepared and conquer the fear of death
For death is nothing but the movement
From one stage to another!

Death is our friend, philosopher and guide

For it helps us to complete our soul's journey!

Sreelatha Shankar

10/18/08

6.20 pm