Edward's Diary 152: Ashes...

This was supposed to be a video, but I found out I didn't have the necessary tools to produce a video easily, so for the time being I can't do videos. But here's the script:

1. Inside a little urn lie the ashes of yesterday… There are tiny chunks in the dust, chunks of many shapes and hues. You see, cremation reduces the body to its basic 12 percent of the “Earth” element. The rest – they say – is water, air, space and a little fire, that’s all.

2. Those ashes are yesterday’s thoughts, feelings and sensations. Erstwhile unsolvable problems, incessant dreams, hopes unfulfilled, expectations newly born; desires, passions; the prose and poetry of human yearnings and longings.

3. All those things today are all still fully fleshed, but they will soon disappear as well. And that’s as it should be. Because the “cremation” I’m talking about is the application of “awareness”, pure and simple, with no identification with, or attachment to, the comings and goings of the mind. Body and mind will move along roads both marked and unmarked, always, but the stillness within sits watching, registering, yet not adhering to such movement.

4. And when the little urn of the cranium is kept quite still, and the ashes are not juggled about, the movements gradually die down and give one a modicum of peace and tranquillity… And there, firmly rooted in that space, there is room only for questioning… searching for light… for perseverance only.