on the Death of little Viktor

It rains today, and then the Spring Sun returns. The soil is alive; plants thrive. Yet, the death of little Viktor lingers on.

A sadness presses upon the heart, like the weight of rain laden clouds.

We are all of us, destined to die ...

It is with a heavy heart that we witness the passing of one so young. A weight made seemingly impossible to bear, with only our frail human understanding.

What can a small newborns death possibly mean in the cosmic scheme of things.

How can this be! We plead, we negotiate; denial, anger and bargaining. Depression! What's the use! Our tunnel vision of human reasoning breaks under the weight of this death.

Tears pour like the Spring rains; the Sun's light streams through a gap in the heavy clouds, whispering a rainbow, like a promise. Flowers bloom with their beauty. A mystery of Love and the promise of Love to come!

The flower, soon fades, disintegrating into the soil from whence it came. Dust to dust. A moment of Beauty, come and gone. Some blooms take years to come about, lasting mere moments before wilting into decay.

Why does the flower bloom, what is the purpose of this Beauty, if it only lasts but a moment in time. It is a mystery of Nature; it is a mystery of Love.

A Star lasts for an eon of time. Each of our little lives but an instance when compared to this cosmic scale. Perhaps, our bloom of life is Beauty to the witness of the Stars. Perhaps, we are inspiration to Stars, with the brief blossom of our lives.

I have been witness and participant in the births of my children. A wondrous mystery full of the presence of God when this new life bursts into the world; as if a warp and weft in the Tao opened and let through this new being. The feeling is bigger than me, bigger than the room, bigger than the world somehow. Perhaps as big as Love itself. This is the same feeling I had when I was witnes to Viktor's passing. It was as if the heavens had once again opened up and let me embrace that mystery; touch the divine...

With the 'eyes' of the Heart, we see Beauty, even in Death. We don't need to understand it. We don't need to know why.

In this, Viktor has been a Teacher. In this Viktor has shown us a mystery that is Love.