Energy is neither created nor destroyed.
Loss is found in the transference of energy elsewhere and comes back to us through the brilliance of others.
Death is not an end… but the transference of our radiant selves.
Our brilliant energy – too bright to be contained any longer….
…we pass on our life into another- when our bodies can no longer contain the sheer brilliance of our radiant being.
Like a cosmic explosion of thundering applause, we take our bow and stand in acknowledgment, absorbing the ovation of our magnificent life, and our name echoes through the heavens- never forgotten, and always born again.
All my love and comfort,
Eight things that might resonate in this poem by Michael Lee: