02-19-2014, 12:00 AM
Before several month I had a dream, I was in Tibet in Shaolin monastery, there were my grandma but she was a monk and we had great fun together there between the frozen mountains in the sky.
Today, I woken up only with a feeling that I have to be impeccable, I remembered that my grandma is on deathbed.
I havent see her for two month, so I gone to the Hospital where she is. I came to her bed, she was expressionless, her pupils almost black and she is not able to speak anymore.
I smiled on her, told her about what she did for me when I was small - about how she was giving joy to my life and what beautiful things she told to me.
Then I told her about trees, yellow butterflies on the green meadow, what roots does, how trees feels and how leafs look in the wind, I told her from my silence from my tear for that beign that she is going to become one after she return to heaven, and that its all dream awaiting here, she was like silent tree. I started to sing her very old songs of love that were written before time and readed her book Allelujah which is of Cristian prayers, she began to sleep and I sit at her bed for several hours in darkness of my closed eyes with a tears of my love I wish to her, just holding her arm and sending her warmth. I did what I had to do, because I know she is going to travel through the heaven, that is the core of the planet and her spirit is going to be a tree as she is going to return as a Tibetian boy and I know we both remember ourselves in the love she gave me when I was small and the love I gave her today, to her silence and joy I prayed within mine passion for life and now she knows.
Today, I woken up only with a feeling that I have to be impeccable, I remembered that my grandma is on deathbed.
I havent see her for two month, so I gone to the Hospital where she is. I came to her bed, she was expressionless, her pupils almost black and she is not able to speak anymore.
I smiled on her, told her about what she did for me when I was small - about how she was giving joy to my life and what beautiful things she told to me.
Then I told her about trees, yellow butterflies on the green meadow, what roots does, how trees feels and how leafs look in the wind, I told her from my silence from my tear for that beign that she is going to become one after she return to heaven, and that its all dream awaiting here, she was like silent tree. I started to sing her very old songs of love that were written before time and readed her book Allelujah which is of Cristian prayers, she began to sleep and I sit at her bed for several hours in darkness of my closed eyes with a tears of my love I wish to her, just holding her arm and sending her warmth. I did what I had to do, because I know she is going to travel through the heaven, that is the core of the planet and her spirit is going to be a tree as she is going to return as a Tibetian boy and I know we both remember ourselves in the love she gave me when I was small and the love I gave her today, to her silence and joy I prayed within mine passion for life and now she knows.