Asheville Spirituality, Satsang, Meditation
“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
Living we try – dying we must”.
Digging the soil with trowel in hand
Humbles and beckons me,
As only death can.
I am honored to perform this basic task.
I do not need distractive thoughts,
anxiety, philosophy or dread.
It is a simple and pure action to undertake.
I am grateful – saddened and awed by this friend’s passing.
His gentle kindness has filled my heart,
No greater gift from another brother.
I have returned in kind with his grave.
As feelings come and flow,
I seek to understand the spirit’s home.
And, in the seeking – I am listening.