Today is the funeral of Golden Blade.
Nobody knew him well enough but they all loved him. They didn't know his favorite color, his favorite food or travel destination. They did not know what was going through his head, what feelings was he experiencing or where he was coming from and going to.
They didn't know but they felt his realness. They instinctively knew that he was a brave, real soul who was stronger and larger than anything happening around them and inside them.
They trusted him too.
He never tried to be the hero or the savior of anything. He simply lived. Golden Blade carried himself through life with a rare dignity.
His eyes never lost that curious sparkle which reminded everyone around that life is in fact a miraculous, dramatic, painfully beautiful happening. A happening which is living through us. We are being live by this powerful force. If we could simply let it do the job and enjoy the ride.
Golden Blade always said: "It's just another ride!"
The whole World gathered at his funeral. The Wind, the Sun, the Air, the Trees and the Grass blades . They were all swinging in a peaceful, ancient dance.
The dance of Life.
Golden Blade was gone. He fought till the end. Darkness tried for a lifetime to infiltrate and destroy his Soul, take away his dignity and consciousness. It never worked. Not this Life, not the next one.
When they heard that giggle in the middle of the ceremony, coming from somewhere as if the Universe installed these enormous, invisible loudspeakers, they all knew. Golden Blade was enjoying that ride too.
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