Tag: death

Mindful Musings: Mar 3

“Who Dies?”

By: Forrest Rivers

stars in the sky during night time

Who dies?

When the soul pulls back its curtains

And decides to move beyond time

Back into that original space

Where one’s spirit resides

Who dies?

When the soul drops its body

And ascends into the rarefied realms

Of a bliss tied

To one web of being

Tell me,

Who really dies?

When the soul is eternal

Transmigrating to fulfill

The great purpose of life:

To unite with creation.

Forrest Rivers is a writer and teacher who lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. His new book, COVID-19 and Humanity’s Spiritual Awakening is now available on Amazon HERE

Mindful Musings: Feb 22

“What Matters”

By: Forrest Rivers

selective focus photography of green succulent plant

If the world suddenly came crashing down

If the sun burned out tomorrow

And if all hell broke loose….

Nothing would matter

So long as I could break bread

Prepared by the Divine Hand

With a dear friend

Once more….

Death, then,

Would become a meditation

Upon the mystical impermanence

Of forms passing

Into the great Cosmic Stillness—-

Where space transcends time.

Forrest Rivers is a writer and teacher who lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. His new book, COVID-19 and Humanity’s Spiritual Awakening is now available on Amazon HERE.

Mindful Musings: Feb 1

“Deathless Spirit”

By: Forrest Rivers

flowing water of river in between of trees

The Great transformation that we all must face is the passage from form into the formless. Inevitably, our bodies will decay and then death will be waiting at our front door. There is no escaping death. And there is no stopping the cosmic wheel that turns to decide the time and manner of your passing. So, the best thing that you can do for your own spiritual evolution and peace of mind is to begin preparing for this ultimate of all transitions and to let go of your fear of what lies beyond the void. Come to know your true self as a soul who has danced this dance between the form and the formless through an infinite number of incarnations. And come to also know that who you really are is a deathless spirit returning to the source of eternal love and oneness. For the essence that is you survives death as faithfully as the bountiful Earth that gives and sustains all life. There is nothing to fear in death. And though appearing to be final, it is not. Death is taking off the tight shoe and journeying to a realm even more real and alive than this one. Vivekananda, a great sage once said:

“Light comes gently, slowly, but surely it comes.”

This sage’s wise words are as true in death as in life. We are not just our bodies, but pure spirit transcending the limits of our material existence.

Forrest Rivers is a writer and teacher who lives in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. His new book, COVID-19 and Humanity’s Spiritual Awakening is now available on Amazon Here

Mindful Musings: Dec 22

“The Power of Acceptance”

By Forrest Rivers

person in red hoodie standing on snowy mountain during daytime

I used to be afraid

I used to run from the world

I used to fear the haunting specter of failure….

But then I came to see,

That my mind was my own worst enemy

And that what I truly feared

Was none other than my own mortality

So, to live life

I had to first accept death

And to find success

I had to believe

That the only failure is not finding the courage

To chase your dreams.

Mindful Musings

“Cycle of Birth and Death”

The Prince of Birth and the Prince of Death

Contended in the darkness

The Prince of Death announced:

“I am the culmination and window into the beyond. Therefore, I am more important!”

The Prince of Birth retorted:

“You may be the window into the beyond, but I am the inception point and the rite of passage back into the wisdom of form. Therefore, I am more important!”

In response, Brahman broke into laughter at the audacious claims of his two devotees

And playfully declared:

“Birth is such. Death is such. Birth or death what’s the fuss?”Death is Sure as Birth