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A words trier, a stormy sea traveler, a jazz lover, a painting admirer, a poetry parser, a gig addict, a scent seeker, a love inventor, a harmony balancer. Or perhaps, a philanthropy practitioner, a knowledge seeker, a common grounds searcher, a truth resolver. Otherwise, a short story writer, an independent journalist and a translator (i.e. tiny and frail girl) who lives in deeds, not years. In thoughts, not breaths. In feelings, not in figures on a dial. And who also counts time by heartthrobs. Because most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

Saturday, November 07, 2009

THE DEATH

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
It haunts me but it will never grab me.
That's why:


"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die."


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