Just the Cat's Pyjamas

"If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, if I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience - would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?" • Aberjhani --------------------------- Time is an illusion. In this place, there is only you and me. I had a dream. A dream where I was flying, flying high above you. A dream where you and I could soar together. I loved you. Our story should have been epic. Love without end. Magic and mystery unfolding across the millennia, the tale of one soul in two bodies. That should have been our story, that should have been our song. What is this place? Is this real? Is any of this real? The storm crashes all around us. A deluge of panic and fear. I tumble to the earth. The sky grows black with anger and dread. We reach out our hands, searching for one another in the darkness. Love? They say ...

"Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone." • Jiddu Krishnamurti One day, we will all be dead.  Me. You.  Friends. Family.  Parents. Kids.  All of us - dead. I don't know why we spend so much of our time hiding from Death. Why it terrifies us so much. Maybe it is the sterility of modern Western traditions regarding Death and mourning. We don't hold, wash or dress the body. We don't lay our own bodies across the corpse and weep for our loss. We don't celebrate the ancestors and their traditions. We have made everything so sterile. So white. So unfeeling and cold. I long to wash and bathe and dress your body when you've finally left it. I want to brush your hair and tell you all my most intimate and private thoughts as I wash the form that once contained YOU. I want to possess your remains, even briefly. They are mine. I will not surrender them to any other. I w...