marking the day

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My friend Jorge read the following poem from the Great Sufi Master Hafiz at Ashlie’s bedside on our last day with her. My dear friend Dan read it again, at her memorial. I take comfort in these words today as we mark the four-year anniversary of her death.

Love is
the funeral pyre
where i have laid my living body.
 
All the false notions of myself
that once caused fear, pain,
have turned to ash
as i neared God.
 
What has risen
from the tangled web of thought and sinew
now shines with jubilation
through the eyes of angels
and screams from the guts of
infinite existence
itself.
 
Love is the funeral pyre
where the heart must lay
its body.
 
– Hafiz (translation by Daniel Ladinsky)
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2 Responses to marking the day

  1. sizzle says:

    That’s beautiful.

  2. dan says:

    never in my life have I felt as honored, moved, or connected. I will remember for all my days, and every one of them, sharing these words with a family that allowed me to join it in the extremity of those moments. you have blessed me, as I invoke blessings beyond my ability to summon myself upon you and all of you.

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