(Source: paperlanding)
To live life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea
I pass upon serious inward breaking shoals rimmed
with white-legged, white bellied rotting creatures
lengthily dead and rioting against surrounding scenes.
Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow
did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be
young; i cry when it is fashionable to laugh.
I hated you when it would have taken less courage
to love.
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 sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry…
I am not there. I did not die.
I love this so much
