Showing posts with label universe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label universe. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

When I Die,

I don't want to be embalmed! I don't want to be cremated!

I want to be dumped right back into the ground, where my energy and my matter can rejoin the earth...and the unverse!

I don't want my energy to be used up in a silly, human-induced fire! And NO horrible chemicals in me, please.

Why would somebody want their physical human form to last forever (thousands of years..), seperate from the rest of...everything? That doesn't sound peaceful. I don't want to extend my ego while I'm alive - much less, it doesn't need to be encouraged when I'm dead! I realize I am nothing but a small part if the universe.

But it is not and never has been me against the universe. It is not me and the universe. I AM the universe.

And when this is realized, death becomes so much more than the end of my consciousness.

And after I am dead, I wish for my physical form to rejoin the incredible, ever-changing, ever-moving infinity that is the universe. Disperse my atoms, let my energy go to a thousand different places. May the matter that makes me one day be a bird. A hundred plants. New, beautiful people. And eventually, cosmic dust. Meteors. Stars. Planets. Life forms so far away that the human race will never be able to reach them.

That sounds so much better than sitting in a box in the ground, stuffed full of chemicals. Don't you think so?


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Sunday, January 13, 2013

My Body Is The Universe


My body is the Universe.

Every atom that is me
Has unfathomable history—

One may have been a king
In his kingdom long ago...

...could have been a petal
On the blossom of a peach tree...

...a meteor
Hurdling through the galaxy...

...or a star, 
Shining long before the earth was formed;

My body is a million histories
But it's all one Reality.

I am Everything that ever was:
And everything that will ever be
Will be the Same matter that is me

No, I am not an individual
but rather
the Universe, with its ever-changing form:

Converging here, Destructing there
All but One Consciousness. All but One Existance.

So if I may as well be you,
And you could very well be me,

How hard is it to Love?
How difficult is Peace?