AFRO-AMERICAN MUSIC INSTITUTE CELEBRATES 36 YEARS
Pain Relief Beyond Belief
As our musical icons are graduating into the higher realms we want to keep them fresh in our memories. Please join this group where you can post any obituaries of the ancestors of our tradition for all to read and learn more about them.
Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Latest Activity: Sep 5
Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides. ---Lao Tzu
O Death, Thou shalt not
Break my pride!
As thou art fame to do
With thy icy hands
As I am living here
With all my awakened soul
Being not connected
To the worldly greed
I have my feet
Measured into three steps
For my celestial grave
To whom shalt thou
Mitigate even an inch?
The space where my tombstone
Wilt be eracted with pride
Though all thy world
Whose senses work under limit
Of time and space
Feels jealous of my lot
O Death, Thou shalt greet me
As a military troop to their leader
Laughing under suppressed voice
At my crowded depature
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relations with this best and truest friend of mankind, that his image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling! And I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity...of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
this part of myself
that i lost with your death.
an ever wailing in my heart
and an ever rejoicing in your freed-OM.
THE EVER PRESENT SILENCES
no whispers or glaring sounds can fill. yes...
i continue to learn in your absence...
a fullness of Spirit informs me.
today, the Ancestral realm is singing.
and i, both witness and altar boy
stand in awe and in wonderment;
the exquisite dance of sounds and lights
raining down through and upon me.
and, i bathe in this holiness
where tears wash this
heart and my soul.
Garden of Memory
There comes to me from out of the past...
a recollection true...
a living glimpse of bygone days...
dear memories of you...
I have within my deepest heart...
a picture of your face...
and though the years may come and go...
time never can erase...
still gently stealing through the night...
are dreams that passed me by...
and I will ever reminisce...
'til stars fall from the sky...
the things we did I live again...
like it was yesterday...
and I am filled with thrills divine...
by what my thoughts portray...
oh voice that echoes through the years...
you bring the happy hours...
in the garden of my memory...
bloom the eternal flowers.
Are we as afraid of being born as we are of dying?
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