Monday, December 9, 2024
And it came to pass that i walked down West St not just as a neighbor that day no so long ago but as a minister to talk with Peg about where she was currently in life and to where she was with her beliefs to be moving on to be with God.
i must confess i never ministered to anyone about to "die" who was so relaxed, so content, so aware, so joyous and so ready to let go of the body...
Go know, by God, i didn't have any ministering at all to do!
It was a new way for us to be together as One Love!
and so it came to me by God that this was the perfect poem to read at Peg's service :
Landlocked in Fur by Tukaram
(written in the 1600s in India &
translated by Daniel Ladinsky in our time )
I was meditating with my cat the other day
and all of a sudden she shouted,
“What happened?”
I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged
her to say more-feeling that if she got it all out on the table she would sleep better that night.
So I responded, “Tell me more, dear,”
and she soulfully meowed,
“Well, I was mingled with the sky. I was comets
whizzling here and there. I was suns in the heat, hell-I was galaxies.
But now look-I am landlocked in fur.”
To this I said, “I know exactly what
you mean.”
What to say about conversation between mystics?
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and so it is that i am i looking forward to more
like minded and divine conversations with Peg!
Namaste, Rev. Glenn of Trees
