| Location | Brighton |
| Age | 22 years |
| Cause of Death | Overdose |
| Date of Birth | 15/07/1985 |
| Date of Death | 03/01/2008 |
| Visitors | 12,261 since 31/12/2008 |
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★"A beautiful flower, lent, not given,
To bud on earth, and bloom in Heaven."★
♥♥♥Our Sam..♥♥♥
Sam, was a caring, wonderful, vibrant, irreplaceable, loving sister. She lost her life on the 3rd January 2008 after taking an accidental overdose. Sam worked, as a hairdresser with me in Brigton. We were very close and spent a lot of time together. As i'm writing this, I still can't believe my baby sister has gone. Its incredibly hard to come to terms with, she was here one day perfectly well and healthy and the next she was gone. She was loved by so many and was so beautiful, she truly was the life and soul of any party. You could always hear Sam even if there were a hundred people in the room! It had left our mum truly broken. They were so close, sending each other flowers, cards and texts all the time. It has left a hole impossible to fill in her and the entire family. Life can be so cruel, to lose someone so young with such zest for life who was just beginning to live. She had so many friends and enjoyed being around them, and her family. I can't put into words how much she's missed. I just want to say, I love you Sam, we all do xxx
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You tried very hard, but it didnt pay off
Your battle was strong, but sadly you lost.
We all know you tried, will power was strong
certainly for someone, ever so young.
In life you were amazing in death so much more
finally people see, what you were here for.
To send us all love, and teach us to apprechiate
as there is nothing we can do, to tamper with fate.
Your not coming back, but you live on in us strong
though its still hard to accept that your really gone.
Pictures are comfort, a reason for tears
But they don't replace those twenty two years.
Where you had a life, a purpose, a place
All are reflected in your beautiful face.
They say its a year but what difference is that?
Its all just the same, your not coming back.
The tears havent left, the pain is still strong
A year all of a sudden, doesnt seem so long.
But you live on in us Sam, till its our day to go
that day will come, thats a certainty we know.
But it gives me great comfort to know and understand
That you'll be there waiting lending a hand.
You'll live on in me, till the day that i die
I LOVE YOU SAM, and of that i'm not shy.
i'll love, and remember you always
Your loving mother Carol xx
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Love is the Funeral Pyre
by Hafiz (Daniel Ladinsky)
(1945? - ) Timeline
Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.
All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain,
Have turned to ash
As I neared God.
What has risen
From the tangled web of thought and sinew
Now shines with jubilation
Through the eyes of angels
And screams from the guts of
Infinite existence
Itself.
Love is the funeral pyre
Where the heart must lay
Its body.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Brink Of Eternity by Rabindranath Tagore
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.
Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide
...
Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.
- By: Sri Chinmoy
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✰ Gift of the Night ✰
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Wandering on horizon’s edge
along its pinkened seam.
I tilt my head to see moon’s light,
as I dance upon its beam.
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Enveloped in two arms of gold,
I fly with nature’s tune ~
flirting within amber sight,
of a lonely man in the moon.
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Swirling, twirling, ever whirling,
beneath a heavenly respite ~
sweetened by life’s soulful song,
upon one dream-filled night.
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A soulful song of secrets held,
within a sky of blue ~
released upon a fading wind,
in the hours of nightly hue.
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Lilting now, in peaceful glee,
sashaying ‘round and ‘round ~
giving freely to the night,
what in light cannot be found.
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✰ Hazelmarie Elliott ✰
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Wandering on horizon’s edge
along its pinkened seam.
I tilt my head to see moon’s light,
as I dance upon its beam.
• ❤ •
Enveloped in two arms of gold,
I fly with nature’s tune ~
flirting within amber sight,
of a lonely man in the moon.
• ❤ •
Swirling, twirling, ever whirling,
beneath a heavenly respite ~
sweetened by life’s soulful song,
upon one dream-filled night.
• ❤ •
A soulful song of secrets held,
within a sky of blue ~
released upon a fading wind,
in the hours of nightly hue.
• ❤ •
Lilting now, in peaceful glee,
sashaying ‘round and ‘round ~
giving freely to the night,
what in light cannot be found.
• ❤ •
✰ Hazelmarie Elliott ✰
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by John O'Donohue
(1956 - 2008) Timeline
Original Language
English
Christian : Catholic
Secular or Eclectic
20th Century
Though we need to weep your loss,
You dwell in that safe place in our hearts,
Where no storm or might or pain can reach you.
Your love was like the dawn
Brightening over our lives
Awakening beneath the dark
A further adventure of colour.
The sound of your voice
Found for us
A new music
That brightened everything.
Whatever you enfolded in your gaze
Quickened in the joy of its being;
You placed smiles like flowers
On the altar of the heart.
Your mind always sparkled
With wonder at things.
Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was live, awake, complete.
We look towards each other no longer
From the old distance of our names;
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.
Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
We know our soul's gaze is upon your face,
Smiling back at us from within everything
To which we bring our best refinement.
Let us not look for you only in memory,
Where we would grow lonely without you.
You would want us to find you in presence,
Beside us when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows
And music echoes eternal tones.
When orchids brighten the earth,
Darkest winter has turned to spring;
May this dark grief flower with hope
In every heart that loves you.
May you continue to inspire us:
To enter each day with a generous heart.
To serve the call of courage and love
Until we see your beautiful face again
In that land where there is no more separation,
Where all tears will be wiped from our mind,
And where we will never lose you again.
Echoes of Memory, by John O'Donohue
sam you are forever in my heart xxxxx
“I am making preparations with laughter and songs. I have clothed all my thoughts with new robes. I have asked my reverent feelings to sing a celestial chorus, and I have roused all the inhabitants living in the villa of inspiration to observe this gala day for me — the day of my entry into the infinite kingdom as a son of the King of Peace. I have asked the sentries of my will and determination to banish all sad inhabitants from my kingdom and kill the Satan of fear, pain, sorrow and attachment, at sight. My celebration of entering the bliss kingdom must be attended only with laughter and songs — no timidity or dark sorrow will be allowed to join my festivity. All the subjects of my mortal kingdom are roused today to continuous unleashed watchful merriment. They are all waiting to welcome the entry of the divine messenger, delightful death, when he will come to open the latch of finitude and let them out into the free kingdom of infinity.
”All the inmates of my consciousness are rejoicing to leave this mortal prison, where they have been lashed with worries, thrown into the dungeons of uncertain, unsafe living, and constantly pounded by accidents, failure, disease and unhappiness. My inmates are glad to dump the broken cage of brittle bones and throw the cage of flesh into the fire of infinity, letting the bird of paradise out to soar in the skies of blissful omnipresence. The in mates of my life are quiveringly, joyously waiting for the slow hours to pass by, in order to welcome Savior Death to come of his own sweet accord and let them into his kingdom at his sovereign command.
“Oh, dear ones,” the youth continued, “rejoice in my joy on the eve of my freedom from the mortal prison — long before you. For me no breaking of bones, no accidents, no fear of failure or financial loss will ever exist; no thought of unpaid bills will ever keep sawing through my mind, no greed for possessions will ever be gnawing at my soul. No discourtesies, nor naggings, nor quarrels, nor pain, nor disease will ever dare make a noise when all the doors of my senses are closed, for I will be out roaming with my Beloved on the tracts of cosmic freedom. Pray do not wish me to be back in your prison, just to join you helplessly in your chorus of wails. But if it is needed I will gladly come a million times, wearing the robes of immortality, to take you out of your mortal prison to my home of blessed freedom.
”I am free! I will soon be out! But it will be sad to look at you through your prison bars of mortal life, locked up in your misery-making mundane prison.
”You weep for me dark tears, weeping for your loss in me, but I weep for you joyous tears, because I am going before you, for your welfare’s sake, to light candles of wisdom all the way, and will wait to welcome you there, where I shall be with my Only Beloved and yours.”
The Union of Shiva and Shakti (from Amritanubhav)
Jnanadev, Jnanadev poetry, Yoga / Hindu, Yoga / Hindu poetry, Advaita / Non-Dualist poetry, [TRADITION SUB2] poetry, poetry by Jnanadev
(1275 - 1296) Timeline
English version by
S. Abhyayananda
Original Language
Marathi
Yoga / Hindu : Advaita / Non-Dualist
13th Century
I offer obeisance to the God and Goddess,
The limitless primal parents of the universe.
They are not entirely the same,
Nor are they not the same.
We cannot say exactly what they are.
How sweet is their union!
The whole world is too small to contain them,
Yet they live happily in the smallest particle.
These two are the only ones
Who dwell in this home called the universe.
When the Master of the house sleeps,
The Mistress stays awake,
And performs the functions of both.
When He awakes, the whole house disappears,
And nothing at all is left.
Two lutes: one note.
Two flowers: one fragrance.
Two lamps: one light.
Two lips: one word.
Two eyes: one sight.
These two: one universe.
In unity there is little to behold;
So She, the mother of abundance,
Brought forth the world as play.
He takes the role of Witness
Out of love of watching Her.
But when Her appearance is withdrawn,
The role of Witness is abandoned as well.
Through Her,
He assumes the form of the universe;
Without Her,
He is left naked.
If night and day were to approach the Sun,
Both would disappear.
In the same way, their duality would vanish
If their essential Unity were seen.
In fact, the duality of Shiva and Shakti
Cannot exist in that primal unitive state
From which AUM emanates.
They are like a stream of knowledge
From which a knower cannot drink
Unless he gives up himself.
Is the sound of AUM divided into three
Simply because it contains three letters?
Or is the letter 'N' divided into three
because of the three lines by which it is formed?
So long as Unity is undisturbed,
And a graceful pleasure is thereby derived,
Why should not the water find delight
In the floral fragrance of its own rippled surface?
It is in this manner I bow
To the inseparable Shiva and Shakti.
A man returns to himself
When he awakens from sleep;
Likewise, I have perceived the God and Goddess
By waking from my ego.
When salt dissolves,
It becomes one with the ocean;
When my ego dissolved,
I became one with Shiva and Shakti.
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