Six Feet Under
Does anyone else here watch Six Feet Under? If you do, did you catch or have you seen (we're a season behind here) this episode?
This show is so unique and I'm sorry to see the end of it. This particular episode really upset me. I don't think it's because of the death of one of the main characters but rather how each one was coping and coming to terms with his death. The little girl on the show pulled at my heart strings. I couldn't get to sleep and had to stay awake just to cry to get it all out of my system. I've never had that happen before and I'm analyzing why this episode had such an impact on me.
A poem was read at his final resting place. He had a green funeral just as my friend, David (i.e. they both were not embalmed). I can honestly say I know the smell of decaying human flesh and it's a smell I've never forgotten or ever will. I did a bit of research to find this poem online as I didn't catch all the lines. I managed to locate it and here it is now:
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
What is the secret? "God is One."
The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.
This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;
It is not in the juice made from the grapes.
For he who is living in the Light of God,
The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.
Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,
For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.
Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible,
So that he may place another look in your eyes.
It is in the vision of the physical eyes
That no invisible or secret thing exists.
But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God
What thing could remain hidden under such a Light?
Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light
Don't call all these lights "the Light of God";
It is the eternal light which is the Light of God,
The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh.
...Oh God who gives the grace of vision!
The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.
~Mystic Odes 833
by Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Anyone else heard of this poet?
This show is so unique and I'm sorry to see the end of it. This particular episode really upset me. I don't think it's because of the death of one of the main characters but rather how each one was coping and coming to terms with his death. The little girl on the show pulled at my heart strings. I couldn't get to sleep and had to stay awake just to cry to get it all out of my system. I've never had that happen before and I'm analyzing why this episode had such an impact on me.
A poem was read at his final resting place. He had a green funeral just as my friend, David (i.e. they both were not embalmed). I can honestly say I know the smell of decaying human flesh and it's a smell I've never forgotten or ever will. I did a bit of research to find this poem online as I didn't catch all the lines. I managed to locate it and here it is now:
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
What is the secret? "God is One."
The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.
This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;
It is not in the juice made from the grapes.
For he who is living in the Light of God,
The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.
Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,
For he is gone beyond the good and the bad.
Fix your eyes on God and do not talk about what is invisible,
So that he may place another look in your eyes.
It is in the vision of the physical eyes
That no invisible or secret thing exists.
But when the eye is turned toward the Light of God
What thing could remain hidden under such a Light?
Although all lights emanate from the Divine Light
Don't call all these lights "the Light of God";
It is the eternal light which is the Light of God,
The ephemeral light is an attribute of the body and the flesh.
...Oh God who gives the grace of vision!
The bird of vision is flying towards You with the wings of desire.
~Mystic Odes 833
by Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Anyone else heard of this poet?
posted by Ann at 8:48 p.m.
1 Comments:
I dont know that one, although I know many Rumi poems. Thinking about what to do with the body is an interesting exercise. I dont want to be buried rather be cremated and then maybe buried in a forest without a container. Just let me go back to the land I came from.
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