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…So quiet now. Soften yourself and listen.
Connected and motionless.To the symphonic pulsing of our blood,
the crash of an eyelid,the joyous trickle of a bead of sweat.

Sooner or later, no matter how much you try to deny it, this moment will be your last. It’s the only punch line to this grand Cosmic Joke we call “life” that you can be certain of (and no, taxes are not inevitable, just ask any “corporate personhood”).

You are alive, for now at least. Feel your heart beating in your chest. Soften yourself — your belly and your jaw. Feel your heart’s celestial mambo radiating outward, pulsing through your hands and feet and neck. Feeling your heartbeat, relax open as if offering it to the world.

While feeling your heartbeat as an offering, feel how you live your moments. What did you do today? What are your plans? Who do you love and how deeply?

Here’s a thought: no matter how much money you have made, one day your body will become cold and numb, your heart will stop its determined and persistent cosmic echo, your breath will cease, and, in a moment just like this, it will all stop. Ask yourself this: are you ready for your death? Are you ready for the death of your children, your parents, and loved ones?

Picture this: a picnic with your friends. Fried chicken and cold beverages. A gentle breeze and the sun caressing your face. Suddenly your heart stops. A final gasp. Fade to black…

Are you ready? I’m asking you because today we’re questioning what you’ve been taught to believe all your life. We’re saying that when that moment comes, what will matter most is if you’ve loved fully and given of your deepest gifts. The Dow Jones or how much money you’ve made won’t matter (if you don’t believe me ask yourself what Steve Jobs was thinking at the end).

A life lived well embraces death by the feeling openness, not contraction. The good life is an open heart, open to all, in every moment. Wide open, you can make of your life an offering; you can also receive without pushing away. It is fearless living without the walls of repression that bring so much suffering and the dreaded feeling of disconnect and isolation even in the midst of plenty and privilege. Wide open, you are openness; every moment comes and goes as openness.

Your lover’s embrace: sweet, full, but already disengaging, loosening. Your child’s smile: temporary, oh-so-precious, and yet already dissolving. Every moment is at once miraculous and disappearing. Every experience both profound and empty.

Life lived merely for the sake of experience is a life half lived: tense, insecure, lonely, and ultimately unfulfilling. Your experience cannot fulfill you because as soon as it comes it is already gone, a thin wisp, like the scent of a vague memory, the tail end of hope, receding out of reach.

Without grasping, this moment (which could be your last) emerges free and bright. Surrendering — loving and breathing deeply, offering your heart — these are the moments that will become your karma, reverberating long after you have moved on.

Sex, dearest, is sometimes our little piece of dying. Death is the permission, indeed, the exhortation, to open freely as love.

Love,

Eddie

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Published on: October 16, 2011

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