Death, Birth and New Beginnings

"It is still always that death which continues inside of me, which works in me, which transforms my heart, which deepens the red of my blood, which weighs down the life that had been ours so that it may become a bittersweet drop coursing through my veins and penetrating everything, and which ought to be mine forever."

Rilke

It is recounted countless times throughout the epics of great saints that we transcend. To put it meekly, we die continually throughout this life. We die entering new cycles, leaving behind failings of our psyche, learning, and understanding as we shed a new skin—a new way to perceive. We are born.

It always requires a certain strength to leave behind an old habit, an overripe behavior that has outgrown its usefulness and now only taxes us with a suffering of not letting go sooner. Or maybe it's an action that the disease of tomorrow has gripped onto, and we procrastinate, not taking the step out of some childish fear, which now the fear has grown into the proverbial monster that hides under the bed.

We need to learn to walk into the new light of understanding, giving ourselves to its grandeur, even if we don't understand its full implications or are unaware of its full pretext under that new sun. We must endure and trust our instincts to drop that which ails our healing, and we must force ourselves to do what our conscience whisper beckons us to do.

We die continually, but also, we can say we are born constantly. Yes, we suffer through each death, through each new path that life puts before us—a new way to think, a new understanding given, a life, a new cycle that could be one of great love and compassion, if we could only leave what is broken in the past to embrace the new. Then the suffering we had to endure through the throes of these deaths become like aged wine, only to become greater upon the palate.

I have died over and over and lost count of my deaths, but what remains is a stronger being, for in death and rebirth, I become more human. What is it to be more human? To sit in that consciousness that dwells within my heart, that only thinks of you. I leave my old self to the ground to which it is buried, and I speak of love that has no self—a love that connects us with a higher force that binds us all together.

I have forgiven those who have hurt me; I have moved on from that which made me suffer, but the love I have only has increased, and I wait for you to join me.

Let the old die and let the new awaken.

One love.