God must have good reason to give us bodies with its needs in order to carry out its purpose: to house the soul.
The sanctimonious send off of a body as it is escorted through the pearly gates of decomposition kingdom in grand style mausoleum while its soul roams and romances the Universe vying for another chance or tormenting the heavens for answers, explanation and directions to the promised land of milk and honey only to be escorted to heavens no fix address attic waiting for a new or maybe an already existing body seems to me that the body receives more regard after its retirement-stripped of its redeemed rights then honoured after the fact.
As long as this body -mutated cells, malformed and all- continue to fulfill its redemptive rights and, spirit renews it strength my sojourning continues. Oh what a day when fixation loses its fix on the way my mind chooses to make sense of this journey.
After my soul separate from the body, all that will mark my tombstone is the inscription: God Knows!
No fanfare sendoff, no gloom; just a party that makes the dust gone before revel in ad infintum festival. I recall when I first made this request open knowledge to some of family decades ago; one next of kin treated it as the most crazy, morbid, unrealistic, farfetched desire.
Too bad, because that’s my idea of celebrating life and, I am not foolish nor is it foolish!
The sanctimonious send off of a body as it is escorted through the pearly gates of decomposition kingdom in grand style mausoleum while its soul roams and romances the Universe vying for another chance or tormenting the heavens for answers, explanation and directions to the promised land of milk and honey only to be escorted to heavens no fix address attic waiting for a new or maybe an already existing body seems to me that the body receives more regard after its retirement-stripped of its redeemed rights then honoured after the fact.
As long as this body -mutated cells, malformed and all- continue to fulfill its redemptive rights and, spirit renews it strength my sojourning continues. Oh what a day when fixation loses its fix on the way my mind chooses to make sense of this journey.
After my soul separate from the body, all that will mark my tombstone is the inscription: God Knows!
No fanfare sendoff, no gloom; just a party that makes the dust gone before revel in ad infintum festival. I recall when I first made this request open knowledge to some of family decades ago; one next of kin treated it as the most crazy, morbid, unrealistic, farfetched desire.
Too bad, because that’s my idea of celebrating life and, I am not foolish nor is it foolish!
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