Death can just not be described better……...
The
following phases and poems have been taken from a book
called THE SECRET OF DEATH. This book is written by H.H
BHOLA NATH JI MAHARAJ and translated by PRIYA NATH MEHTA.
And believe me life n death can just not be described in a
better way…….
In pursuit of the phantoms of
desire
I spent my life-Alas!
Not a single breath was
spent
In the quest of Truth-Alas!
The mirror of my
existence Was shattered to pieces
On the rock of
death-Alas!
Alas! Alas! Alas!
Death is described
as:
A new sky is born with the twinkling stars and the
moon and yet another day brings back the sun and washes
away the sparkling night.
Spring comes and brings
the flowers with it, but the cruel hands of autumn snatch
away their fragrance and beauty and destroys them
The forces that forth the brilliance of the drops
of dew on the petals of rose, give place soon enough to the
forces that scatter the petals of the rose in to dust and
change the brilliance of dew drops into the gloom of
tears .
Like a tear drop one day and like a dew drop
the next , such indeed is the existence of man in the
journey of life.
After death –His entrance is like
exit-from ignorance to ignorance.
Man is born with
tears in his eyes and will die with it.
Death is not
a release from this
world; it is the release from the
sorrows of this world.
Death is the breaking of the
shell of outer existence, the scattering of this empty cup
of wine in a state of intoxication.
A forced
surrender or a willing surrender of
The human ego
before the will of god
To die is to break all
relationships,
And to live,is to live with sorrow-
That is the lot of man, chosen for him
In all the
worlds.
To die before one’s death does not means
suicide, but rather a killing of all of one’s desire, a
destruction of one’s own ego and false pride. Death in such
circumstances, heralds the approach of Eternal life. It is
different from the death in which the desire to live still
persists, which is really no death at all. The death of ego
is the real death.
Death has bought for me
The
good tidings of a life to come;
For the flame that was
extinguished, it has brought Eternal light.
Alas!
The cups stand empty today,
The older lovers are now no
more;
They who knew of Thy secrets, are leaving this
world,
One by one-
O, Eternal saki!
Let the wine
of Eternal life
Bring them back to life again,
And
let the death in repose lie, for ever,
In the arms of
death.
Swati.