Death and Taxes

Waiting On The Light

Waiting On The Light

MELBOURNE, FL — #Death #Soul #MiracleLog

March 5, 2015 1:00 PM

I did my taxes today. Filed and paid them online. The damage wasn’t too bad. Relieved to be done with them, I picked up some Thai food to celebrate.

Sitting in the van, digesting my lunch, a small moth flitted across my line of vision. The van, parked cross-wise to the breeze, created an air pocket for the moth, a welcome doldrums where he could fly about undisturbed. As if to celebrate his good fortune, the moth did a couple ascending victory circles before coming to alight on a stone in front of me.

Blink.

A lizard leapt out and swallowed him whole.

Blink.

The sudden end to the moth’s story.

No physical life form lives for long.

Yet Life never dies.

I had forgotten to take the tax bill into account when evaluating my savings… but I don’t care, I’m Eternal.

Blink.

Two entire months vanish.

Lizard or moth? When you live forever, does it matter? I’m happy for them both.

I’m happy for the lizard.

I’m happy for the moth.

I don’t fear death. I look forward to seeing what happens.

I’m happy for me.

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2 thoughts on “Death and Taxes

  1. One of things of the self is that it is placing itself apart from other things. And maybe most importantly, it places itself apart from the world that it is living in. It is the universe within me that stands against the universe outside me. But how can this be? There should not be a distinction between the two. If you can see the two universes as the same thing, then there is no way in and no way out. How could the same thing come into the same thing and then get out of the same thing?Thinking death would be an end seems an absurd idea form selfish beings how see themselves as the centre of everything. I guess we will all find it out sooner or later.

  2. There was a feeling when I was about fifteen years of age. I looked into my soul and it seemed very rich and big. I was convinced that something like that could never come into being within that fifteen years of being. People just thought i was crazy. The feeling turned into only a memory of a feeling. But now I have little children. The oldest one is three years and I see the same thing. Something like that cannot come into being within those three years. It is simply to rich and to big. It must be very old.

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