05 Apr Mourning Rituals
I return from sleep-death
and ever so slowly separate
from being one with everything in a timeless place
to a finite and temporal self.
Before forgetting from whence I came,
I recite the Mourning Prayer:
Oh eternal universe
oh ever-changing universe
oh timeless universe
oh endless universe.
Thank God for creating the universe
and granting us consciousness to realize our oneness with everything.
The people I’ve been and the roles I’ve played in days passed,
my prior lives,
Regardless of circumstances,
I am grateful for however my life unfolds today,
hopeful to realize divine consciousness,
happy helping others likewise
and laughing at my efforts to realize that which is always here.
Shanti Shanti Shanti
I reposition from horizontal pose, where all are of equal height, to vertical.
Footsteps away is the throne
for the ritual burial of what nourished me last life.
Then, shower calls my name
for washing and massaging the temporary envelope that holds me together
and, without mirror, mind concentrates on shaving the face.
Once dried and dressed for appearance on stage,
fresh-squeezed blood orange juice
hardboiled quail eggs toped with anchovies,
followed by a Robusto-size cigar and black coffee.
My new life begins,
for which I already have much to be grateful.
With that in mind, it’s a wonderful day.