Rebirth over Reincarnation

'Lighty' (born April 20, 2010 - 11:30 PM)

Tuesday morning, 7:25am as the boys were half dressed while watching TV as they drag themselves in pretending to accomplish the task of preparing for the approaching school bus became alarmed, as was I, to a Japanese woman they called mother, running into the house crying as she conversed in an inaudible sense of the Japanese language, looking for a container of sorts for what would be a coffin for a dearly departed member of our family. Born less than eight months ago and has lived his life to his fullest which in part guided his curiosity towards his final moments.

I joined my wife by the road side in retrieving the body of someone who just hours earlier had shared my sons bed. To be more precise, they were his pillow. Every morning as they woke to begin a new day, he was always there to greet them. To welcome them personally as each of their eyes adjusted to the reality of a non-dream with a gentle nudge of a pat on the head or a good rubbing all around his body. Never a disappointment as their relationship was as a married couple still in the honeymoon stage with no signs of ending.

By the time we carried his lifeless body behind the house we were greeted by two very young boys who had, within seconds, matured into young adults braving a simple coffin to face the mark of death that awaits all who dared to test the limits of love that death itself has for us. And as young men they quickly prayed for their bed mate as best they could. Words of famous leaders, poets and even the greatest of religious leaders are nothing more than hot summer’s air compared to the blessed words of love being brought to life by these blessed children who held no fear but poured out only the core of their love to someone who had passed on to the next stage of life.

As the body was lowered into the ground, a gathering of many had been taking place. All around us others who shared our home, even our beds, had came to partake the final viewing of a vessel that contained a heart of gold overflowing with unlimited love for all and was now free to envelope the world over. As the last bit of soil was used to cover the body a prayer was spoken that brought joy for those all around. As we reflected on the passing of a love one, the storms that had been gathering in all of us were subsided and replaced with rays of joy and happiness that this fallen friend had given us all.

Death is neither fear or feared. It is nothing more than the chains of regrets that bind us to a level of life that is far lesser than the one that truly awaits us all. Even the terrorist that threatens life has no chains binding them to this world. They have coupled their chains to a higher belief that is greater than even the reality they reside in. But in connecting those chains to that higher stage of life requires a great deal preparation. A caterpillar doesn’t plan to journey across the tops of flowers without going through a serious development of growth that will lead it to its next stage of life.

Grown from within and emerging from the corpse of its once former self, a greater purity is placed upon the new world that previously was nonexistent to it. All brought about by those preparations of one choice for that faithful day. This short life we live now is preparation for the final level of life. What is learnt here is carried with us to the next. Binding ourselves to that future life we wish to have will focus the reality we chose to live in today.