I shall live beyond death, and I shall sing in your ears even after the vast sea-wave carries me back to the vast sea-depth.
I shall sit at your board though without a body, and I shall go with you to your fields, a spirit invisible.
I shall come to you at your fireside, a guest unseen.
Death changes nothing but the masks that cover our faces.
The woodsman shall be still a woodsman, the ploughman, a ploughman.
And he who sang his song to the wind shall sing it also to the moving spheres.
Extract from 'The Garden of the Prophet' by Kahlil Gibran
The life that I have is all that I have,
And the life that I have is yours.
The love that I have of the life that I have,
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have,
Yet death will be but a pause,
For the peace of my years in the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.
by Leo Marks
Leo Marks wrote, in 1989 : 'By March 1944 agents were using codes printed on silk. But if agents lost them they had to rely on poems they had memorised. For security reasons, it was important that these poems were original compositions. In all I wrote 28 poems for agents. To me they are codes rather than poems. Violette (for whom this poem was composed) was executed at Ravensbruck. Many of the other agents for whom I wrote poems did not return from the field, and I resolved never to write another.'
Violette Szabo GC (b1921 - executed February 1945)
Today is the 70th. Anniversary of VE Day, which was celebrated just four days before my ninth birthday and which I remember for the street parties, but today I also remember, with sadness, the terrible loss of lives, civilian and military on all sides.
It is true that the body is mortal, that it is under the power of death; but it is also the dwelling of Atman, the Spirit of immortal life. The body, the house of the Spirit, is under the power of pleasure and pain; and if a man is ruled by his body then this man can never be free. But when a man is in the joy of the Spirit, in the Spirit which is ever free, then this man is free from all bondage, the bondage of pleasure and pain.
The wind has not a body, nor lightning, nor thunder, nor clouds; but when those rise into the higher spheres then they find the body of light. In the same way, when the soul is in silent quietness it arises and leaves the body, and reaching the Spirit Supreme finds there its body of light. It is the land of infinite liberty where, beyond its mortal body, the Spirit of man is free. There can he laugh and sing of his glory with ethereal women and friends. He enjoys ethereal chariots and forgets the cart of his body on earth. For as a beast is attached to a cart, so on earth the soul is attached to a body.
Know that when the eye looks into space it is the Spirit of man that sees; the eye is only the organ of sight. When one says "I feel this perfume," it is the Spirit that feels; he uses the organ of smell. When one says "I am speaking," it is the Spirit that speaks; the voice is the organ of speech. When one says "I am hearing," it is the Spirit that hears; the ear is the organ of hearing. And when one says "I think," it is the Spirit that thinks; the mind is the organ of thought. It is because of the light of the Spirit that the human mind can see, and can think, and enjoy this world.
All the gods in the heaven of Brahman adore in contemplation their Infinite Spirit Supreme. This is why they have all joy, and all the worlds and all desires. And man who is on this earth finds and knows Atman, his own Self, has all his holy desires and all the worlds and all joy.