The Unbecoming - Remembering Our Undying Nature

Weekly poems for coming home to wholeness. This poem explores our fear of death from the perspective of nonduality; our true nature being that which is untouched by both life and death. I invite us to ponder the question "Does Nothing fear becoming Something?" in an attempt to change our assumption that death is to be feared. By remembering that everything known arises and dissolves back into the unknown, our true nature, we remember we are but a room untouched by night or day. The poem concludes with a reminder that in death, we return to our deepest essence, shared with all beings, reuniting in unfathomable love.

I hope this poem helps you to change your relationship with death by changing your relationship with who you think you are. Not by getting rid of your fears but by becoming intimate with them, holding them in the peace that you essentially are.

It's an honor to share this moment with you, and I look forward to exploring our unconditional wholeness together again. Love Sez

Transcript

Is nothing afraid of becoming a something? After all, It does not know what lies beyond its own formlessness. Something seems so tight and restricting. Something seems so bound and alone. But if stillness is not afraid to host sound, Nor space to hold content, Then we, As being, Should not fear experience, Nor the ending of it. All that is known in this life arises and dissolves into the unknown. The unknown is our true nature, And we cannot fear what we are, Only momentarily forget our fearlessness. Life itself is not afraid to end, Just as death is not afraid to live. They are not separate or void of each other, They are of one source, Falsely separated by name. Can you show me, Beloved, In this vast, Timeless universe, Where nothing exists, Or where something stands alone outside the infinite? Just as a room at daybreak is the same room it was at midnight, We do not become light and recede into the dark. We stay the same, Unbecome, Unfathomable, Intimate with whatever is holding it all. I speak to the deep silence within you, Who somehow knows this already. I speak to the deeper eye of you, Who was there the moment before memory shaped you into a story of me. Before the great forgetting was learned, I speak to the quietude of you, Which you cannot possibly know, Only be. Simply being reunites you with the unthought world, The pure wholeness of an unbroken world, Which is to another name for death. We already experience it in our day whenever we let go of the search to get somewhere, To know something, Or maintain ourselves as something isolated and unheld. Death weaves itself intimately into life as peace, As restful sleep. It does not diminish who we are or exile us from what we love, It calls us home. And when we do return to what we have never been truly apart from, We return to those we love, Not the stories of them, For that is what ended, But to their deepest being, A being we all share, We all pool in the same cosmic chamber, Intimately bound by an undying love.

Reviews

Phenomenal! Thank you so much, Sez.

So expansively connective and breath giving. Needed to feel a part of it all. Thank you. 💛

Wow this is an expansive few moments that I will revisit again and again...

🙏🙏❤️

Thank you.