A few weeks ago, Anne Irwin sadly passed away, who was known to many in the London satsang community; she was a highly talented artist, calligrapher, and fellow philosophical traveller, who will be deeply missed. The following short film is dedicated to her in memory of the many years of friendship we shared.
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead,
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.
And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down--
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing--then--
'I Felt A Funeral In My Brain', Emily Dickinson