What happens when this body falls away?

When the memory vanishes, the name is no longer spoken and the image dissolves.
The form goes, the personality, the costume of the play retires.

But the essence, that awareness was never truly yours to keep, you did not own it.
It was the universe looking out for a time, through a window. And if you lost someone, as soon as it is time for your play to end, you will be reunited with the universe and the very energy that you saw and loved in others.

What is left is not silence in the mournful sense, but rest.
Like the hush after music, or the pause between thoughts.

When you sleep without dreaming, are you worried? Do you feel lonely or afraid?
No, there is nothing, no watcher, no sufferer, noone left to say this is nothing.
It would not feel like black void - it is rest. Just as before you were born.

Death is not the opposite of Life, Death is the opposite of being born. Life is the dance inbetween.

You return to what you were before. The stars, the wind, the deep pulse of being.
You may say "I will be no more", but did you ever really appear in the way you imagine?
You were always just a ripple on the vast ocean of life.
A beautiful, temporary, shimmering crest.
And when it passes, the ocean remains.

And the awareness behind it all will arise again with a new name, a new face, a new mask, a new dance, new wonders.
Each one as deeply personal as the last.
That is why death is not the end, it is the next movement of the eternal rhythm.
To die is not a failure, its a release, a return, a homecoming.

And when it comes and we have the courage to meet it with open eyes we may just smile and say "Ah, so that is what it was all about."

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When I am done grieving.
I will laugh louder, I will love deeper, I will run faster, think further and remember fonder.
I will live life more like a dog. More like you.

You keep giving to me, even after you have gone.
I miss you.
I know you miss me.
We will unite again and run endlessly in the meadows.