Full moon shining brightly down uponthe big open meadow tall tree sentinels bear witness to the passing of life and death. Breathing in one moment out the next Coming to be passing away. The moon's light constant tonight, her body at last let go She is no more here with us her life span has completed itself. Where is she now? Who dies? Tomorrow morning the sun will rise the darkness of this night will give way to dawn and we will walk slowly home. The sweet flame has gone out mercifully as new lives are being born. Understanding deepened in all who surrounded her bedside, were touched by her life. We are all family now. Crickets and frogs call into this night the demons are resting. Peace descends, her soul is free. Everywhere, impermanence, suffering, the "accidents" of love. Who are we when we die? What did you look like before your mother wasbom? I am because you are. This is because that also is.
May the breath of life carry our prayers into Emptiness and may we help her now endlessly, infinitely connected.
Cynthia Jurs Plum Village, June 15, 1992