13 Apr 2009 |
Posted by Lama Surya Das | 10 Comments.
I was reflecting upon time, loss and death, the passing of the generations last week as I performed the Jewish unveiling ceremony for my recently deceased mother’s gravestone in our family plot in Long Island, New York, next to my father’s, aunts’ and uncles’, and grandparents’ too. All things pass. The good news is that, in our nuclear family at least, the generations pass in correct order, and parents don’t have to bury children and so forth. The bad news is that life is like a river and time its current, continuously moving on — forward , if you like, although it seems more cyclical to me personally, given the greater ecology of being, life cycles, species evolving — civilizations as well as families rising and falling, coalescing, flourishing, and disintegrating — fauna and flora and the like…
The psalmists of old, from the ancient books of Moses collected in the Old Testament and the Vedas and Upanishads of ancient India and the Taoists of China until the poets, bards, and rappers of today — all echo the same timeless, poignant music, our raw hearts and spoulful inner ears missing the whispering sounds of our deceased loved, the first music we ever heard and learned to love and love through — our parental voices — and the subliminal message ubiquitous within it all: survive, grow, evolve, endure, enjoy and appreciate, give thanks, live truly, spirit prevails.