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NOTEBOOK

Here is a collection of thoughts and musings, with no particular intention or purpose. There will be little regularity - things will be posted as they strike consciousness, but never for the sake of posting. Think of it as an incoherent notebook rather than a blog or worthy journal.

Here (no more)

Here are some words I wrote for my Granny's funeral a few days ago. I guess this year in particular I've spent a lot of time thinking about death, how we let it affect the way we live, and what is left behind. The more we choose to ignore it - in a quest for immortality or just to avoid awkward conversations with ourselves and others - the more it builds what feels like the sudden pain of loss. I've tried to find some words that offer some comfort to me for both living and dying - and in case they may do something for anyone else, I've shared them here.

 

Here (no more)

When I die, return me to the earth.
I'll nourish the soil for the ground's next birth.
As the last becomes the first, and the old, the new,
We may have to learn things that we already knew.

When I die, look for me in the stars.
There's no time, no limits, no distance too far.
Love what I loved and love lives on.
Breathe life into a memory and I'm not really gone.

See, nothing ever stops, so let change be mine.
I don't fear it anymore - it's comfort, I find.
The birds still sing, the sun still shines,
And the rain still falls on all that’s behind me.

So let the little things remind you that I was once here,
Share with me a smile, or whisper in my ear.
But I'll be dancing in the wind, I'll be the wave on the shore,
Here every moment, but here no more.


Written by Hasta


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