Milano Monumentale, Another Side of Milan

Milan of Italy, to most people, famous for its fashions, branded bags ... If you have opportunity to visit this city, don't miss out another side of Milan, which is equally amazing and incredible. The Milano Monumentale, the underworld of Milan, designed by the architect Carlo Maciachini (1818-1899) and opened in 1866.

The design of monument is highly artistic with very imposing tombs. Walking around, like visiting a museum, you don't feel you are in a traditional cemetery. Being relaxed, joyous and impressed by the artistic sculptures and trying to understand the meanings behind them. If you are mindful and paying attention to it, each statue is trying to tell you its story.

So Milan has both; fashion and model, also, angel and grave! Both also looked impressive and beautiful.

The path to the underworld ... Let's start from here ....

Contemplate on Death

She lies still in her grave,

Father, husband or son.

All tears have gone dry.

Yes, contemplate on Death,

It will bring you peace and joy!

Yes, accept Life’s fickle twists,

Then you can let go of grief.

Poem by Sujiva

When Romeo Met Juliet

A love flowered,

which they said was fate,

A fatal attraction which rendered them both soon dead.

One comes alone, one departs the same,

Lovers who die together

Will be reborn as butterflies in the cemetery of monuments,

Happily ever after.

Poem by Sujiva

The Flight of The ‘Soul’

When the gross body is cast aside

Left to rot, or be cremated,

The consciousness, an airy thing

Changes form, takes flight.

Feel that freedom and lightness

Do not cling.

Fly to the light,

Away from darkness,

It is that light of mindfulness,

Its essence clarity,

To an unknown destination.

Poem by Sujiva

Up & Flying, 我要飛上青天 ...

Separation

They must go, her 2 dear children,

She must bide, may be not too much longer,

Their barrier is not just Death,

But also of Life.

In another time and place

They shall meet again,

As different individuals.

Time erases much,

The consciousness can keep much more.

Meanwhile, that sorrow, even that sorrow

Has passed away

But it will reappear.

The inevitable journey

I must go, so set me free

She tries to keep him

She shall keep only agony

When Death comes with wings

Let him fly and take whatever and go he wants,

Hang on to him and ride to a different world,

There is nothing that one can do now

But to leave and learn to accept

An ultimate reality.

Poem by Sujiva

Body is bound but mind is free ...

Forever Twins

Born together, died together,

These twins shall remain in our minds ever together,

They say the good die young,

And that children who die are heaven bound,

Will they grow up to be old hags strumming harps?

Meanwhile, for many they remain as they were

As little twins playing with their toys.

How horrible!

Poem by Sujiva

All in the memory ... erased memory

what is left?

The last memory:

The nude of Joy with art & wisdom ...

Joy of peace with contemplation, enclosed by

the fate of loneliness

The Last Supper, depicted the final meal, according to

the Christian belief... Jesus shared with his twelve disciples.