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It is beauty that is carved into
Every moment of our lives
Every moment of our near deaths,
Every moment of our death.
A song reached out to me
In my winter bed,
A simple song of simple love.
Transcending me back eight years
Into that lonely street where I stood
Looking down at every one.
Proud and haughty.
An absolute sense of right.
Yet like the Phoenix, capable of
Raising one up towards the truth.
It was the brittle line between life and death
I saw it that night.
When my mind split into two.
When time halted.
When death kissed me in.
And then wonder of wonders,
I saw the three dimensions of the
Most beautiful face on earth,
I was over joyed.
In the busy consultation room
Patient after patient buzzing in.
All seem to fragment in front of me.
The drama called life ran figments
I connected with their woes and miseries,
I knew they will all vanish.
I smiled an all knowing smile.
They smiled back half cured of their ailments.
I smiled at Maya.
I couldn’t help smiling.
The people who fought for me,
They made me who I am today.
People who left and who still pray for me,
People far off who have given me a hundred reasons to smile,
People who have bruised and battered me and moulded me into who I am.
Why did God send them to me?
Was it not a mirror He sent through all of them,
A mirror into which I had to see,
With my mind open.
In a painting, Xibalba radiates with such beauty
Such absolute glow and fire,
Transporting me to the after life.
The paradise called peace.
Where all goodness lives and perishes not for eternity.
There I see myself, sitting, meditating,
On the glory that was life,
On the glory that was death,
On the glory of the One.
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