Live Strong.

I have stood in the rain, and remembered how life is of me, but not me.

Because I know that one day all of me, my name, face, breath and body will be gone, will be gone for years, for so many years. Nothing will ever make that fact of cleaving from the Earth change. And that cleaving will leave no mark on the earth, will mean nothing to the rain, to the flowers on the trees, to the birds by those flowers….

And I have lifted my face up to that rain and felt it fall on the curve of my face, and felt alive. And been grateful for that living in that moment, that was neither joy nor sorrow, but instead was wisdom, unsullied by sadness. 

Oh live, live my lovers, make life amazed by your mastery, make death your final miracle. Live strong.