Really sad news hit me this week personally and my father’s oldest sister who is my beloved kind warm loving aunt, Tia Bemvinda passed away. Being in another continent it was so difficult to accept that I couldn’t be there physically at her funeral. Not to be there for my father, my dear cousins and family who I love so much really bummed me out! I guess even the highs of traveling and spiritual pursuit don’t hold immunity to life’s trials and deep sadness. This week was just such a hard week for me; but I was there in spirit and this poem is dedicated to her… Interestingly enough I got to see her and say goodbye before I left, maybe my intuition knew it was our last physical encounter. I keep thinking about how grateful I am to have said goodbye and to have helped put together a “Rego” Reunion last Easter. As luck continually blesses me, I caught my cousins on their cell phone a half hour before the funeral, it consoled me that I got to connect with them at the most perfect time. The major skeleton of this poem came to me during my stay at the Vipassana, this was one of the creations I had to put in the back burner of my mind and trust it would be there at a later time to fully create and bring it to life. In hearing the news, I sat in silence and prayer during the time of her funeral with great effort to astral project to the USA but it was this poem I was granted instead. I love you Tia, forever you will be in my thoughts, heart and fondest memories….
till we meet again in the presence of the divine….
I Loova yooou.
“Grace of Death” By: Jennifer “Jenikz” Rego
At the moment of birth only one thing is certain,
Life’s final breath will occur, death draws on all the final curtain.
Regardless of gender, age, culture, belief or religion
death finds us all in the same position.
Face to face the angel of death comes to greet
and takes you by the astral hand to God to meet.
Lovingly it guides you away from Earth’s place,
to return home to the presence of infinite grace.
A rest from temporary corporeal life,
leaving behind suffering, troubles and strife.
One with nature and all that is,
dissolving back into the bosom of love and eternal bliss.
As the touch of death blanks from black to white,
the soul returns to omniscient ineffable light.
Back to its essence of sound and energy
the soul again boundless, timeless and free.
Without rules, labels, titles or roles
without a physical body to cage the soul.
Leaving behind right and wrong, choice and decision
released from this world one transitions.
Away from matter’s slow vibration, solid and dense,
we shed our shell and cross over the invisible fence.
Leaving the earth and the world of tangible things,
back into the essence of truth being.
One with the cause that creates water, the sun and sky
It is only the body we shed that dies.
Leaving the identity of “me” “I” and “mine”
across the boundary of space and time.
Broken are the laws of what is reaped from being sewn
remembered are the keys, unlocking the mystery of the unknown.
Fooled are friends and loved ones dwelling in loss and tragedy,
for death does not break loves bond nor sever family.
What may seem like forever to reunite again in existence
in the vastness of all that is, a lifetime passes in merely an instant.
With all things temporary, the soul too must once again soar
and return back into heaven’s open door.
Where physical existence comes to conclusion
the soul returns home for loving restitution.
Inevitable are days and years aging our fated course,
thankfully by the grace of death, we all return to source.