A Preface
In Paradisum – Valsts Akadēmiskais koris Latvija State Choir LATVIJA composer Ēriks Esenvalds, performed by the Latvian choir and written by the Norwegian composer Eriks Esenvalds, is a spiritual work of supreme beauty brilliantly performed causing crying and heart recognition amongst those who have heard it. I would suggest reading this topic A Soul’s Life and in particular the poem In Paradisum that was inspired by the music as you listen to the music.
Kelvin Brown
In Paradisum
O night, where is your light?
Is it the yellow eyes of the forest
or the wispy moon above?
Perhaps it is a spell
cast upon dark waters,
seen by the sparkling stars.
From a distant mystery
a choir of angels is heard.
First a hum,
then the rounded tones
of exaltation.
O night,
what wanders
upon the murmuring dampness
looking for your light?
The emotions of goodbye
are calling it forwards
to the waiting mystery.
Here, a candle
lights a beam
to heaven.
Before the figure
steps inside,
clouds smile upon
a fluttering wing.
Invisible hands
wave goodbye
as the figure floats
through the stars.
Suddenly,
the figure lights the night
as it is embraced
by a brighter light.
The entity
is vibrating
in the presence
of the all-knowing,
in paradisum.
© K.S.Brown
A Soul Life
We walk the footsteps of heaven or dig the holes of hell on earth.
Our Place
Heaven is what
we make on Earth.
Hell is what
we create ourselves.
Scriptures may speak
of an afterlife.
So may prophets
and poetic scribes.
But only inside
does the soul reside.
Our eternity
is the place we decide.
When the body is a spent force, the soul leaves and returns home to be recharged and rerouted as part of the continuous development and future journey of the soul.
The journey might involve a new visit to earth, typically through another body or by staying within the realms of heaven. Amongst other souls, the word heaven is synonymous with a place of souls. The realms are based on the soul’s progress and the karma it has created. Within one of those realms, the soul temporarily inhabits.
In My House
In my house I hear the old guitar
strumming inside a distant room.
Old-fashioned food, cooking in the kitchen
sends its tantalizing smells to the front door.
I walk into the lounge room
and see the collected ornaments
sitting on the mantlepiece.
Frozen memories in picture frames,
porcelain images silently giving testament
to collected lifetimes.
No one is here to greet my return,
but the signs of life are there.
My bed is made and waiting
to take the load from my journey.
No dreams leave this room
because it is where all dreams are.
The windows bring in a soft light
to touch the dark furnishings.
They keep their secrets outside.
I unpack my bag
and add the gifts and ornaments
to the current collection.
Another day, another life
and the house is the same as before.
Here there is no limit of time. Here is the place of teaching and guidance leading to the next life. Decisions about what the next life shall be are made, including who parents, friends and workplaces shall be to further continue the soul life. If a life finishes on step six of the ladder, it commences on step seven in the next life. Life should always advance and avoid going back to lower stages.
The following poems provide a universal understanding of the afterlife.
A Boundless Passing
So Death plays its pithy tune
and turns well-being into a fool.
Only the mind conjures the spell.
The soul hears no deathly twang.
Into God’s great awakening
falls Death’s long yawn.
Who can point to where the end lies,
where no line is drawn
but space?
Perpetual Existence
Time casts its long shadows
to previous incarnations.
From the beginning
exists the source of life,
the flame of spirit,
ageless through the ages.
Its faces are many,
the embodiment
of passing chapters.
Alive and eternal
are the joys of spirit,
the current of the soul.
Collective jewels of wisdom
show themselves in the eyes of love
and give their beauty
in the oneness of laughter.
And yet, the passing finger of night
beckons the soul to another journey,
another joy, another face.
Softly and sweetly
the smile remains.
The changeless touch of peace
awakens a new day
and happiness says hello again.
Towards the End
There is a grandness
in the scheme of things,
in plans taken in their own step.
It is not for us to know the
whole unveiling at once
but to act in faith, doing only
what is required for today.
We can begin to anticipate the final glory,
and act with excitement and full concentration
in the right direction, continuing
until the final consummation
has been completed with the Divine.
Sunset in Space
A deep blue mystery,
forever like a distant horn,
sounds the coming journey.
Colours of light swirl about
like glittering jewels.
Someone is being carried
through a celestial void
towards a golden light.
Spirits dance
as a misty white form.
The sun calls like a piper,
the ending of a space day.
Orange rays shoot across
a sapphire bow
sitting on the edge of the earth.
A monk plays the pulse of time
on a Tibetan bell.
The journey floats through space.
A force of no return
is embraced with eternal light,
peace and belonging.
A deep blue mystery,
forever like a distant horn,
accompanies the journey.
A majesty of slow grace
moves towards the sunset.
Choirs of angels
dressed in the purity of white,
open heaven’s sounds
and the doors of eternal bliss
to receive the soul.
In the making again is a genesis,
a blessing to all
that has gone before.
