Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
We fear death the way we fear darkness, as if, when we close our eyes, there will never be morning. But those who are dying are encouraged to Go Towards the Light. Those who come back from the brink tell us they saw the most beautiful loving light. Perhaps, when we fall asleep that final time, on earth, where we open our eyes next will be our full Awakening.