Friday, April 29, 2011

Ashes Ceremony Speech

Before the last syllable of recorded time comes around again dear partner, here is yet another tale, to quote the bard, told by your loving idiot, full of sound and fury and as always signifying nothing. The tale begins with an intent and purpose that you were never were clear with me where you never thoughts lay in relation to belief. That lack of clarity could be defined as a mist and it is a mist which binds that menagerie together. You will always be a lady of the mist with regard to this. From mist your eyes get misty and mistier until you get mystic. Then you have a mystic mist made of auras, essences, zephyrs and spirit winds of what you believed. This is a mist which binds them all together. So in this fog bear with me while I stumble about for a little while with my respectful foghorn to say asta la vista at this time, on this day and clarify with a list, recipe and subsections of mystic essences make up your mystic things.
Mystic essence No 1 an essence bearing great tradition and long standing culture. It is the Hindi, Buddhist, Satyananda essence that you have carried for many years. It is a strong sweet essence much like Vanilla...and...not Almond. We have acknowledged this essence through yesterdays Havan and down at Roaring Beach, the Puja table and through the chanting at the celebration of your life way back on the 20th of March.
Mystic essence No 2 is another essence of great tradition, The Quaker meeting and meditation essence that we honored again at the celebration of your life through the silence and conversations that 200 of us shared together.
The following mystic essences involve the things that we shared together and intertwine, grow out or are seperate from the more traditional ones that we have celebrated with you but are equal in their import & which must be expressed and made measure of here today.
Mystic essence No 3 is the essence of your being. Your being here, now and then. The being of presence. Your being is a perfume that all who have known you will carry with them for the rest of their days. It is the way that you have been with them. The way you have shared and the way you are with them. They in turn will share your and their being together with others. This essence will always be with them. Mystic essence number 3 is an essence of being with each other.
The following subsection of mystic essences can best be described by us mist theologists as quasi-shinto-atheisitc.
Mystic essence No 4 is that there is the spirit of our surroundings which is in us all. The essence of physicality that you believed with me, that we become from particles that have made up many things. The ability for the universe to be recognised through your eyes has been completed and now you are once again giving your particles back to the universe. You soon may be part of this tree, this ridge, the birds and sea. For me this is akin to shinto. It was akin to the reason for buying this land. It is that it is and nothing less or more. It is an essence of the mist, a spirit wind on which to fly. Inevitably we are all at one with the universe and that is all and can ever be and ever is yeh baby.
Mystic essence No 5 is an essence that becomes real on a daily basis. That is the essence passed on to us through geneology. Your smile and laugh was most definitely a large part of this essence. You can see it passed on in Kelsey and your sister Jenny.
Essence number six is the last essence I have to share . It is the rememberence stone. Dragged up here by many dwarves. Great effort and thanks to all of you! It is a shrine to you and what you loved and where the last of you wanted to be. Something tangible that we know is here, where your wishes were, to celebrate that we have fulfilled them as you wanted. Something that will bring those essences of yours out of the myst for while or maybe two, maybe three, four, five or six more times.

1 comment:

  1. Steve, you share beautiful writing about your thoughts and feelings. I find words in response inadequate. Pledge of friendship in lieu of fine words. I love the picture of Kripa and Kelsey you gave me. Call me your friend.

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