Florence

Florence

Because I live
In the illusion of the body
I suffer the death of the body,
Even my dear friend’s body
And I cry.

Jesus cried at the death of Lazarus
Because Jesus loved his friend
And he loved Mary and Martha.

So as Florence has died
Her husband and children cry,
Her family cries, the university cries,
I cry and the whole world sighs.

But Jesus knew, “I am the resurrection and the life.
Whoever believes in me will not die.”

It is in our loss of Florence
That we discover in ourselves
That Florence lives.
The flesh is not an illusion.
It is a living image in the dream of the creation
On a path of return to its origin,
To the heart of its Creator; the Divine Love.

All of these images of God;
Old Testament and New, Koran, Vedas, Upanishads
Are artifacts of our search
And of our longing to return to our home.
And so where Florence is,
Jesus is.
Where Florence is
The Holy Spirit is.
Where Florence is
God, our Father-Mother is.
Where Florence is
The saints and angels are.
Where Florence is
Our ancestors are.
Where Florence is
The future is.
Where Florence is
I am and you are.

Our passage in time is transient,
Impermanent and illusionary.
Our destination is permanent.
The Mind we are all a dream of
Is who we really are.
In love this is what we know.

(c) Wilfredo J. Baez 2015