En MemoriamYou know.En Memoriam
I look at the wind. I look at the flower. I look at the grass And the rain And the sun
And I think:
Just a second ago A cosmic second ago
None of this existed.
All just a clump of being A chunk of existence A little blip of manifestation In this big plane of ongoing consciousness
And I see a person. An innocent child holding the hand of his guide and teacher A teen desperate for attention and feelings, drowning his or her life in what he or she sees as a relationship A youth who thinks the w
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