I miss you.ģ0) When you were alive your presence taught me to live life in the moment without waiting for tomorrow. I miss you ma.Ģ9) Know I know why everyone calls Heaven so beautiful – because it has my mother. I miss you.Ģ8) I would give up my own life just for the chance to meet you again, give you a hug and tell you how much I love you. I miss you.Ģ6) Mom… your death has made me realize that every single second we spent together, I wasted an opportunity to tell you how much I loved you.Ģ7) Mom… the morning has lost its light, twilight has lost its darkness, dawn has lost its mist and evening has lost its sheen – every moment of the day has become worthless without you. I miss you mom.Ģ5) For every flower that I place on your grave, I think of all those things you did to make my life as beautiful and fragrant as a bed of flowers. I miss you mom.Ģ4) Life took you away from us, too young. I miss you.Ģ3) The cure of every illness, balm of every pain, assurance of every sorrow and relief for every anguish has been taken away from me – my mom’s hugs. I miss you mom.Ģ2) I hate visiting your grave because the words on your epitaph don’t do justice to the amazing person that you were. I miss you.Ģ1) Now I know why you always asked me to be strong… because you knew that one day I would need the strength to bear your loss. I wish destiny had given this lesson to me in a different way. I miss you.ġ5) Your death was a brutal lesson to me that life is so fickle. I miss you mom.ġ4) Death has taken you to a beautiful place called Heaven, but it has made my life a living Hell. I miss you.ġ3) The pain and regret of not making the most of every single moment we spent together is worse than the pain of your death.
I just didn’t believe that eventually would ever come. I miss you mom.ġ2) I knew you that cancer was going to take you way eventually. I miss you mom.ġ1) I cried endlessly when you died but I promise that I won’t tears mar the smiles that you’ve given me when you were alive. I wish that I could just undo, all the moments that made you blue. I miss you.ġ0) I wish could take back every pain and worry that I ever gave you. I miss you mom.ĩ) The beautiful memories of the times we’ve spent together make me smile, only until the moment when they eventually remind me that you’re no longer here. I miss you mom.Ĩ) Your death is killing me, day after day. But after your death, it has become a way of life for me. I miss you.ħ) Mourning was just another word in the dictionary. But now I wish I could just turn back time to be a child and hug my mom again. Even in darkness we see, and we see we are not alone.6) All my life I kept wishing to grow older so I could finally move out and do my own thing. Let that charged space spark inside you and flash. Patiently, with balance and skill, grow used to the feeling. Let it burn like a great thirst in your gut. That void in the secret space of the soul is not the absence of union, it is the dawning awareness of union. Hidden deep within my conscience deeper than a dream. You were the hidden secret of my longing,
The gulf is itself the bridge spanning the distance, and we discover that we can walk upon it, that there was, in fact, never any separation or distance. But the mystic sits on the cliff edge and, though frightened, stares endlessly into the great space… until suddenly an amazing thing happens - in a flash the emptiness is seen to be not a distance but a connection, a joining.
Most people look away, spend all their life running from that canyon. You can see that so much of our life force is spent in avoidance of confronting that gulf between the individual and the Eternal. Most actions, when carefully dissected, are an attempt to distract ourselves from that terrible emptiness. Every self-inflicted hurt is an attempt to overpower that great ache with the sharp intensity of the moment. Every hunger, every craving, is an attempt to spread a thin layer of pleasure over that pain. Every moment of suffering, when we really trace its tendrils, reaches down to that root pain. That sense of separation - separation from God, separation from Source, separation from Self - is the fundamental pain of the soul. That sounds like another word game, doesn't it? But many mystics will teasingly use language like this: from Islamic Mystical Poetry: Sufi Verse from the Early Mystics to Rumi, Translated by Mahmood JamalĪ short meditation on separation - and separation as the doorway to union.