Spring \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Planting Moon<\/p>\n
Night terrors. \u00a0Slivers of dreams with metaphors like the trapdoor of life being opened as I fell through it. \u00a0Others, not so specific, but the same existential dread. \u00a0The mind trying to come to grips with the ungrippable, because it is the moment of letting go, not holding on.<\/p>\n
That dread, the one that lurks beneath many, if not all of our fears, reveals us as the special animals we are. \u00a0Not only do we know their is an end, we know that it comes for us, waits around the bend of lives, just out of sight. \u00a0Until it isn’t.<\/p>\n
(Arnold Bocklin, the Tomb)<\/p>\n
As the New Testament says, we know not the day nor the hour. \u00a0And goes on to urge getting right with God. \u00a0Here on the plains of earth where God is still the one who invented death in the Garden, getting right is no surcease of sorrow, brings no balm to the wounded soul.<\/p>\n
What can? \u00a0I’m inclined to go with the Tibetan Buddhists on this one, Yamatanka shows us the way. \u00a0We imagine our death, see it, embrace it, accept it. \u00a0Only in this way can the dread become knowing, become a doorway rather than a wall of fear. \u00a0How to do this? \u00a0A very good question.<\/p>\n
One I’ve obviously not answered yet. \u00a0I’ve been thinking about visiting the Tibetan monastery here, the one supported by my friend Gyatsho Tshering. \u00a0See if I can learn more.<\/p>\n
Right now I only know that death reached out its icy hand and squeezed my soul tonight. \u00a0And it scared me.<\/p>\n
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