The fear of death...

I met a friend of the age of fifty-one today..

He appeared happy and content with life..

And then his phone rang..

The polyp that appeared benign suddenly became important..

Fear entered his face and a tear ran down his cheek..

The fear of death has great power..

To one that fears death, the mystical is unimportant..

The egoic consciousness sees only non-existence..

Non-existence is the greatest fear of the imaginary self..

And yet, to the Mystic, non-existence is the meaning of life..

How different, we view this dream..

I offered words of hope and he returned home..

Love can do no more...


namaste, thomas