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given a rest from the demands of mind. Rest rejuvenates. It is a pause, a space, making room inside for soul to reveal its fresh feelings of love, forgiveness, peace, and joy. In the morning there is awakening. Out of that is bom creative action, meaningful use of energy.
At the heart of these realizations was the one which transformed his entire being. Now he saw clearly that death pertains only to body not to life.
There is nothing to be afraid of. Death is a partner of life. It is only a transition, a transformer. It is a nurse, exchanging this for that, taking away the wom-out garments and bringing fresh ones. It is a universal kindness.
Inside the seed of life is safe. The seed goes underground, breaks its form, but after the right time, sprouts up again. Before it can sprout, it has to die. So my mother dropped the form I knew but has sprouted somewhere in another form. Magi left her body, but is now in life blossoming somewhere. Usha's body was taken by disease, but shedding one existence, has come into new life. Oh, death, you are like winter! You appear severe, but no, you are gently preparing us for another loving mother's care. We are taken like babies from one breast to the other. In between, we cry and feel lost. But truly you are taking us from emptiness to fullness.
Oh, the harmony of life! This is ātmā. This is is-ness. How can anything destroy this immortal essence? Aba huma amara bhae na marenge - Now I have realized I am immortal, ever in life, never to die.
From where did fear spring? From mind. Mind knows that every minute it is dying. That is why I had fear. While I was identifying with mind, fear of death was inevitable. Now I know I am not body, I am not mind. I am soul! Now sorrow can touch me no more. Fear cannot grip me. I am free!
Yes, old particles of mind and matter, old sorrows, fears, and resentments, you are long since buried, turned over in the moist soil of my living consciousness, and now you are revealing your real meaning — to fuel my quest and help me transcend all. Like two legs, they move, these beautiful complements of life — winter and spring, restful state and waking state, death and rebirth, matter and soul.
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