From the legendary Leonard Cohen a short clip of Hallelujah. Check his web site for upcoming shows near you.
When I die
do not pray for me
or perform your rites and rituals.
If you must, Live Well-
Our creation and resurrection are as a Single Soul:
Perchance you may be the bird on whose back I soar to Heaven.
In Muslim practice, one recites Surah Fatiha for the deceased. What is interesting about this recitation is that it is a prayer for one’s own guidance and there is nothing in it for the deceased. Why then recite it for the deceased? I understood the answer to be in Ch 31: verse 28 of the Quran “Your creation and your resurrection are not but as a single soul.”
You are a whore to men
women and children too;
Been a lover to beast and man.
Longing to belong we slept with You
in hopes and dreams of today and tomorrow.
In my childhood I gazed upon you with innocent eyes
and a child like heart wishing for things that children do
making me believe I belonged to You and You alone and You were mine.
Now I approach death and realize:
You are a whore from eternity to eternity,
a lover to both young and old,
beast and men: making them believe what they wanted to believe-
filling the void of Longing to Belong.
I approach death knowing that you will have a different lover at your bedside.
But I am not alone in this: many others have passed before me and many more will follow.
The fault is mine: I presumed You to be mine,
an Eternal companion:
Instead You are a whore to every One.
Yet I believe in you still and thank you for this gift which You enjoyed with Me
while I slept with You Longing to Belong.
It is unfair that the faithful companion should die while the whore remains!
Yet You were honest in Your Treachery as I was naive in my love:
You had said it all along: “Everyone will perish except the face of God.”
An Apology & God’s Reply:
I am sorry for My Anger, My Friend:
I climbed from earth towards heaven gazing at Your Face
and I tumbled and fell to the pith below both Heaven & Earth
where darkness and despair prevails.
I cannot fathom why, my Lord, I hear your voice where darkness is intense
and yet you do not hold my hand and lift me out the pith of darkness and despair?
I am caterpillar who wants to be a butterfly:
You are the metamorphosis.
I created You in My Image:
We lift each other out of darkness into Light.
Your joys and pains are mine:
Yet You are Not Me and I am Not You:
I am the First & the Last,
The Living God who, one day,
You will meet with a content soul on the day
when the Object will exist without a shadow:
I, without an Image.