Heavenly Creatures

As Mahasthamaprapta died, time seemed to stop, and his breath froze in the winter air. He felt his body disappearing from consciousness, and a pure and smiling Presence looked out through his eyes. With these eyes, he was filled with a deep love. The wolves ate of his flesh because of their hunger. And he saw how mother was filled with jealousy, fear, and suffering. Yet his Being affirmed that that was a misconception, that there was no suffering.

In forgiveness, a lotus of wisdom blossomed. He and his brother were the universe and the void that was beyond it. And the wolves, mother, and father shone with this same realization. Only perceptions were imperfect; his deepest nature, which he shared with others, knew that by the gift of acceptance, happiness could be reached even in the darkest of times. All roads led to This, which could not be named. What a miracle it was to be here, under the bright stars, God witnessing God incarnate. What a gift it was to be alive even for a moment, despite suffering, despite death. All was well.