Farewell

Matt,

it is indeed high time for a little adventure. And that's what the process has been.

A venturing forth, a working, a stepping onwards to understand and accept your following the thread of your heart, and the snipping of your meander on this plane of experience and existence.

We have come together in so many ways on this passing, there have been so many learnings, so many contemplations. And it is that: the coming to the templum, the sacred space of the sanctity of life, our daily steps and observances, and the profound meaning of be-ing.

So for now, fare well, you have taught me much and now, even in the rising sense of sadness I feel at this moment, the dropping of the round pebble in the well, its descent into the darkness of the clear well water, drawing me down, I feel in writing this, a buoyancy in a lightness of being that takes me beyond...to a new place of acceptance.

And on this day, I am moving forward, being thankful for the moment, acknowledging the beauty and the present silence of things, hoping to learn more... And more uncoverings await me, I am grateful and hopeful for their revealings.

I will, even with these revelations, never forget you, or our experiences together. I will only relish their intrinsic beauty, even in their darkness, their madness, their luminosity and fierce flame, their implicit magnificence, their wonder and the momentous epiphany of their discoveries.

This morning, in closing out this missive to a distant and empty space on this, my understanding of this p l a n e, I ponder the lines from Kakuzo Okakura and his gesture to chado, the Book of Tea.

And now, for once, it means something, the balance between the hilarity, foolishness and perhaps foolhardiness of our times together and their transcience, of wonderment and beauty, of uncovering and grace:

Let us dream of
evanescence;
and linger
in the wonderful
foolishness
of t h i n g s...

Love to your spirit! Be my unseen guide, my occasional light, my pathway lantern to find the obscured stepping stone on the moistened path, my gesture of hidden direction, and for now...fare well, till we meet again.

Your brother, among two others, and fellow son to our parents; I am here/now/forever...

keeping the spirit and the blazing flame... on wing and alight as in your passing- a phoenix of potent, alchemical fire...

--
Tim Girvin