Death

"But the truth is, death is not the ultimate reality. It looks black, as the sky looks blue; but it does not blacken existence, just as the sky does not leave its stain upon the wings of the bird."

~ Tagore

Initially, this passage struck me because it was addressing death and how we can lose sight of the whole of life when confronted with the transition of someone we love. How it is important to remain aware of the 'bigger picture' and not become trapped within the grieving process.

But within minutes, my mind was drawn into contemplation of the blue sky that does not stain. The blue sky that only appears to be blue from where we are sitting. We are breathing the air that is in this blue sky and are one with it every moment of our lives. Do we breathe in blue?

We no more breathe in blue than experience death as the end.

We breathe in those who have gone before us.