Someone very close to me died the other day and I was there to see this beautiful transition out of the physical body. This really makes one wonder about death and where we go when this happens. I am not happy with nothing /and more nothing or the heaven/hell scenario. I read this in The Yoga Sutra Patanjali. My thinking shifted and I felt positive and a little happy.
What is it that dies? A log of wood dies to become few planks. The planks die to become a chair. The chair dies to become a piece of firewood and the firewood dies to become ash. You give different names to the different shapes the wood takes, but the basic substance in always there.
My friends shape has changed but she is here and there, in all her friends, family, grandchildren, plants and just around.
Emily Kyle Yoga 