The sage that can age is not the Eternal Sage
It seems to Be for Many of us
This thing We Call age creates such a fuss
Something Inside screams "Stop it! We must!"
Children, children just hush
Just plank yer feet and Find yer Root
Let's See what This Is really All aboot...
Remember as a Child of say about five
You'd jump about
Being all Alive
Without the Idea that you'd ever Die
I Remember my Self at that Age
Still at the Believing in Santa Claus stage
A month or so before Christmas day…
My granda Passed away
Sat in my gran's Living room
The Atmosphere was Filled with gloom
No tears were Being shed
But the Energy was Heavy as lead
And not a single word was said
Until I piped up
"Can I have my presents yet?"
And This request was met
With a glare That said "Awey ye get!"
Anyways Life goes on
And it didn't take all that long
For me to Wonder what was wrong
It was after school the next year
Sunny afternoon, Sky mostly Clear
I Asked why my granda had left
And What was This thing called Death?
At the Sky, I Looked up
And Felt a Glowing Inner hug
In It's Essence
It was Love
Somehow I Knew Inside
Everything would Be All right
Because We Are All part
of the Eternal Light
It was an Experience I could never Forget
But I was still too young to Express
And perhaps It goes against the norm
In a World to attracted to Seeing form
We're never really taught to Embrace
The formlessness of Inner Space
In a world consumed by a rat race
And so I guess in Death
I didn't have such a strong Belief
When others Passed, yes there was Grief
But I Knew somehow they were at Peace
In Truth
no One ever really leaves
But then again I guess
We're in a Society driven by Fear of death
Living a Life spent gathering regrets
Living Within the given limits
Forgetting the One True Eternal Spirit
As a Child we ask "will I die?"
And then we're told a kind of lie
"Yes you will
but not for a long
long Time
Don't worry
Everything
will be just fine."
And this We put to the back of Our Mind
But as we go through Life the fear Grows
Subconsciously Wondering "when will I go?"
And though we're told it's a far off day
It seems Death is never far away
For every Time you turn on T.V
What are the Images you See?
Death appears so easily
And often to those Still young
It Feels like it comes at random
And in this Society
Fear is constantly Stimulated
Only to be Temporarily placated
By collecting Material possessions
And for a while maybe you stop stressin'
Because Now you have a house you See
And with It comes a nice shiney Key
And Inside It You can Stay
So Nothing will come and take you away
And maybe You have a car or three
So if need Be You can jump in and flee
Or maybe for You it's not the material
But some idea or belief you hold
That if you do This thing just right
You'll make it through Another night
And then somehow at some point
It'll Be All right
But really This is just another fight
Keeping us from Knowing
Our Inner Light
Something In You knows the Truth
But you're busy clinging on to your youth
Life it goes by so fast
But maybe you can make it last
By hanging around in the past
Or buying facial creams and masks
So You can have It All back
But you're not the Child you once were
Burdened down with All these cares
In the Mirror you stare
How can Something once so bold
Now Feel so very old?
I Remember at the grand old age of twenty four
I too stood knocking at Death's Door
As I gazed at my Reflection
I Discovered on closer inspection...
A WRINKLE!!!
OH NOOOOOOOOO!!!
And then I plunged into a sinkhole
I'm so old! Why does death Feel so cold!
Why do I have to die God
why!?
And then I had a two year long Cry
Yes, I must admit
I was a bit dramatic
In my youthful Old Age
And for a while I Felt I was in a Cave
I suppose in a Way we All are
In a cave buying houses, buying cars
Sitting drinking in bars
Doing jobs and working so hard
Forgetting Who We really Are
But maybe somehow One day
You'll Discover there's a Way
Out of that infernal old cave
And though Gradually the body may Fade
The Eternal Sage Within
won't have aged
