Beneath the Cedars

 

I sit beneath the cedars, in solemn serenity. Face red with asking questions, seeking answers to the ways of life and death — molecules and atoms — and how we’re all connected.

 

My fingers stiff, from cold — a child’s stubby crayons — make difficult the task of turning pages, jotting notes about impermanence, attachment and letting go.

I’m surrounded by spirits of seasons past. I fear not — they mean no harm. Their faces radiate, coming from the light. In their eyes I see peace and love — they are free of mortal suffering they endured in life.

 

They comfort me. Grieve not, they say, soon enough, you will join us. You will experience the universe and all it has to offer. You still have much to learn. When you are ready, we’ll be waiting.

 

I feel the joy of life — (maples sailing leaves of red and yellow) moments, lifetimes pass… then they’re gone, as they should be.

Beneath the cedars, in their realm of wisdom, reverently I sit.

 

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