You can meet death with a sense of peace and accomplishment, of having fulfilled your purpose, having lived as truthfully as possible with no regrets. A deep gratitude for having celebrated life in all it’s offerings, both painful and ecstatic, equally.
You can leave this life before death takes your body, with eyes wide open in wonder and a heart overflowing with bliss. You are free! You have lived deeply, felt deeply, met all the challenges, cried, laughed, fell and got up more times than you can count.
A poem that my unfalting spirit/intuition brought to my attention on this day, perhaps speaks, much better than my fluency (or lack of) could.
“It’s taken years for her to understand that
her greatest traits don’t become flaws
simply because someone couldn’t appreciate them.
Her respect – something she earned herself
Her value – in how she viewed herself
Her time- spent on her terms
Her energy – went only where she chose
Her love – something she now shows her Self first…
The world shudders at the thought of a woman
so fiercely independent
she starts taking back
what was hers all along.
It struggles to make sense of a spirit
finally sure of its strength
no longer afflicted by casted aspersions..”
- J. Raymond