The Cure of the Mustard Seed
A Little Book on Death, Dying and the Loss of All and Everything
I have been living in India for several years
and one of the things that stands out is the overt nature of death and dying . . .
death is out in the open and seen publicly by all. It is not hidden like in the West.
Body on Buring pyre - Manikarnika Ghat Benaras
This does not mean that death is welcomed; people still fear. mourn and grieve over the loss of those they love.
But still, there is something subtle and different: death is a part of life that is observed by everyone.
Young and old, rich and poor, all witness a dead body; they see the corpse brought to the cremation ground, exposed to the vision of the public, they see the fire consume the corpse, separating out the elements of which the body was composed.
They see the ashes of what remains of a body, poured into a river or pool of water.
Every few days I hear the drums announcing death in the small city in which I live in South India. I
t was only very rarely that I saw death in the West.
In my experience, the ability to view the death of other human beings,
is healing to the soul and our feeling body. It completes the reality of the life we live.
It gives us a sense of where we are and what our fate will be.
It presents us not with a picture of Disneyland or heaven, but confronts us with a great mystery.
Everyone needs a complete picture of life and death
and the inclusion of 'death' in our consideration of life is what this story is all about.
I wanted to present a consideration of death and dying that could be read by children as well as adults and I found it in a true story from the life and teachings of the Buddha. The story goes like this:
A young Mother, Kisagotami, approached the Buddha carrying her dead child in her arms. Her child was not sick, but dead and she is distraught and weeping. Coming before the Buddha, she asks him to bring her baby back to life.
I created a Kindle book based on the story.
Click here to read and hear the story