Death

Death is something which intellectual / philosophical mind thinks it knows about it too well and think they dont fear about. Infact for those who have truly transcended it are already enlightened masters. Standing from a pseudo intellectual stand and putting ourselves in a situation where we would pass out this second is easy as we know we are very much safe and it is only living an idea / a mere insincere dramatisation of thought of death. Which would only soothe the intellectual mind to feel it doesnt fear it.

To really know what death is without dying,was the experience of Ramana maharishi where as a young kid to simulate death he held his breath and was in a rigor mortis position with total attention/sincerity and alert to find the realisation he is not the body.

The act of dying cannot be easily for an untrained mind be cognized or contemplated to give the real final moments of one's end. Eventhough done with utmost sincerity if it were merely for an intellectual thirst , such a mock experience would leak out as such. The final moments cannot be lived through nor the unspeakable parting with life can be explained. Sudden death in a way of ignorance is more peaceful , for death is not anticipated that instant or moment and a brief struggle departs the life force with the body. Prolonged dragging of life anticipating death but still not giving up is more painful for it is the height of conflicts , for it is a battle between your true self and your mind, for it is a challenge for untrained mind to give up all its desires, for it is a call by nature to think as if life was a dream, for it is a true experience and insight to really believe the illusionary nature of people who you have lived with , for it is a path to a destination which your ignorant/uncertain and unknown , for it is a continued form of physical and mental suffering both complimenting each other and for the untrained mind of yoga , it is an helpless observer in misery.

More painful are the partings where you cannot express your last days , your feelings, your inner trauma, your physical pain, your restlesness, things which you have failed to do, things which you want now to do , things which you want others to do, your desires, your last wishes, your hearty thanks for those serving your body as relatives/doctors/nurses, those few little words which you would want to say to those who you would know intuitively would be seeing last, those unbearable moments where you cannot even open your eyes but can listen to those who are talking to you, when you know the struggle is starting to be in vain and that your lossing the battle, the philosophical- emotional aspect of death being inevitable and so untimely, the recurring past and the good times with people and for you that you are leaving behind as others memories, that you would be henceforth only remebered through freezed snaps of time in frames and photos, that whether would people remember and think of you after you are gone, the feeling of inability conflicting with your still healthy mind, the loneliness with your inner self conflicting with the aloneness in the physical world wherein your senses are no cooperating with the mind, the feeling you want to be awake , alert , aware but conflicting with your medical drugs and pain killers which is dozing you off to sleep, wanting others to somehow read your mind and know your thoughts, intentiionally going back and forth between dreaming of recovery and suffering pulling you again and again in the now and teaching you that it is impossible, still being ignorant knowing you are the body but conflicting as the parts no longer listen or is in control of the mind, wanting to leave the suffering than realising to leave the empty fruitless desires , awaiting that moment but not knowing that moment for untrained mind will slip without awareness. Buddha said Sarvam Dukam Dukam ( world is misery, misery) for others not for the realised.