You are a deathless beauty

Meditation on seeing the Real inside the disappearance, 08.08.22

Who you are in the fleetingness of time will eternally be subsisting in the love of God forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and we sit in silence that we might realize this deathless beauty in the fleetingness of things and then grounded in it, live by it, and living by it, share it with others day by day.

— James Finley, contemplative, mystic, and teacher

After his mother’s death, my husband confessed
that in her final weeks, he had taken to planting ideas
in her utterly mixed-up mind.

For nine years, both cancer and cure corroded
what (we thought) was her —

slowed and slurred her words,
left her muddled and fearful,
short-circuited the synapses for a life of walking, gardening,
birdwatching, reading, silly card games, crossword puzzles.

Dark hallucinations filled the corners of mind
where memory and reality had lived — monsters, assassins,
shadowy voices hissing rejection and hopelessness —
the tiny nursing home room that had become her whole world
turned threat,
and my husband could provide no reassurance
that convinced or comforted.