Eighteen Inches

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No one can give someone their joy.
No one can take someone’s pain.
No amount of money
Can buy one single breath.

And yet we are caught in
So many concepts
That try to define us.
Why is happiness hard wired in us?

This eighteen inch journey
From brain to heart
Is by far the most
Challenging yet.

This potent source
From where the thirst is born,
And from where it can
Finally be quenched.

This is where my heart
Longs to be drenched.
I give myself permission
To dissolve away.

If in the final moments
As this air is whisked away,
There aren’t any words
To say.

What about now?
With no impending doom,
Have I made room
To experience this yet?

Then perhaps in the
Deepest silence,
Acknowledging
The ultimate recognition,

I embrace the most vital
Expression granted to a human.
Given with such utter kindness.
Analysis has no means

To capture this enterprise
Where life and living are the prize.
Beyond intellect or imagination,
Life’s most exquisite celebration

Continues on
In silent jubilation.
What tremendous fortune!
From the entire range of emotion,

This heart has set in motion
To know the depths
Of such an ocean.

Continuing on
With or without
Any ovation.
Having glimpsed the source,

No rest can there be
Until merged whilst alive
Into the very
Fabric of consciousness.

Atul Ranchod

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4 thoughts on “Eighteen Inches

  1. This was very nice.
    When my mother was dying, and tho in my early twenties but still too young to loose her, I found a card that read “I have learned to be happy wherever I am. ” I told her of this and she drew great comfort from the thought her youngest would be ok. I did learn to be happy and it is because of that simple line I am who I am today.

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  2. Reblogged this on mira prabhu and commented:
    What saved me from hibernating for too long? Among many things, regular Death Meditation – knowing the end could come at any point in time and that I had no time to waste…..thanks Atul Ranchod~!

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  3. ” No rest can there be
    Until merged whilst alive
    Into the very
    Fabric of consciousness.”

    You have clinched the truth in it. Take away the Consciousness, then living and death become nonexistent.

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