I do not know what sent me.
\nWho imagined my existence.
\nWho said, Ted! Rise from the ashes
\nof a pure snowfall,
\ncome from the reflection of the pool,
\nleave the cave of forever night,
\nand be born into yourself.
\nCome sit on the stoop of life
\nand listen to the hush of all silences.
\nLearn the return all things face.
\nWhich door did I come through?
\nThrough what door will I leave?
\nAnd how much can I take?<\/p>\n
All I own will be my soul.
\nWhat I did will fade away.
\nWhat I intended will be meaningless,
\nbut what I am,
\nwhat I live with,
\nwhat aches and pains,
\nand consummated joys I put in my bones,
\nwill stay with me.
\nFor how long doesn\u2019t matter.
\nIf death is a swan song,
\na falling call,
\na single awareness of what I was,
\nbecame,
\nand leave with,
\nit will matter only to myself.
\nAnd what sent me,
\nor made me,
\nor cried out that I be,
\nand lived a few seconds with me.<\/p>\n
It is my friend,
\nnot something I\u2019ll read in the paper,
\nor discuss over breakfast,
\nbut by myself.
\nDepending on the time of day,
\nI\u2019ll cry over,
\nor laugh over,
\nor pray,
\nthat all the doors I\u2019ve shut,
\nwill open again and let me in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I do not know what sent me. Who imagined my existence. Who said, Ted! Rise from the ashes of a pure snowfall, come from the…<\/p>\n