Death Is Nothing At All

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

Henry Scott Holland

I carry your heart

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet )
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

E. E. Cummings

Here, close...

Here,close, I've had a friend, in this city without an end. However, days are passing and weeks are just flying. And before you blink, a year has passed. And we never meet with each other, because life is so fast and horrible race. He knows very well that I love him, just like in days when I was coming to him and he was coming to me. But then we were young... and now we are busy, tired people . Tired from playing this stupid game, tired from attempts to succeed. "Tomorrow I'll call him and show him that I think of him", but tomorrow comes and goes, and the distance between us keeps growing and growing...here close, but still miles away....
"Here's a telegram miss"...he died today...Here, close, a friend disappeared...

Accept me...

If I don't want what you want, don't bother, please, to prove to me that what I want is wrong...
if I don't believe what you believe, hold on a bit before you start to try to convince me...
if I am showing my feelings stronger or weaker then you in same situations, let me to do that in the way that it suits me...
if I am doing something in a different way then you are doing it- let me...
I am not asking of you to understand me completely, at least not now. I will ask that of you, perhaps, when I'll feel that you want to make your copy from me. And while I am making my wishes come true, showing my feelings and expressing my faith, open your heart and let enter inside the notion that it is not all wrong what is different from yours. Accept me as I am. That is the first step that you can do if you want to understand me. One day, if you ever really understand me, you will see that in how I am there's a lot of beauty. And then, I hope, you will feel a strong need: not to change me to be like you, but to appreciate me, acknowledge me, support me and love me...

THE LEGEND OF NAUPAKA

Have you ever heard the legend of naupaka?
It is one of Hawaii's most famous legend built around naupaka, a shrub found in the mountains or near the beach. The flower’s unique appearance (it resembles a half-flower, with petals missing) caused early Hawaiians to believe it was the incarnation of an ancient native separated from her lover.In ancient times, there was a beautiful Hawaiian princess known as Naupaka. One day, the villagers noticed that Naupaka looked very sad. They told her parents, who approached Naupaka and asked her what was troubling her."I have fallen in love with a man named Kaui," replied the princess. "But Kaui is not of noble birth—he is a commoner." According to Hawaiian tradition, it was strictly forbidden for members of royalty to marry people from the common ranks. Distressed, Naupaka and Kaui traveled long and far, seeking a solution to their dilemma. They climbed up a mountain to see a kahuna who was staying at a heiau (temple). But, he had no clear answer for the young lovers. "There is nothing I can do," he told them, "but you should pray. Pray at this heiau."So they did. And as they prayed, rain began to fall. Their hearts torn by sorrow, Naupaka and Kaui embraced for a final time. Then Naupaka took a flower from her ear and tore it in half, giving one half to Kaui. "The gods won’t allow us to be together," she said. "You go live down by the water, while I will stay up here in the mountains."As the two lovers separated, the naupaka plants that grew nearby saw how sad they were. The very next day, they began to bloom in only half flowers.

Legend says that if you put the two half flowers together so the left half and the right half touch ends, the man and the woman are joined together once again".

SHE WALKED THRU THE SKY OF MY DREAMS

I met her by accident,
she walked thru the sky of my dreams,
softly, on tiptoes.

And I looked at her
in the fear to blink,
caught between the once and now,
created from the ashes of my memories.

I knew that she would disappear
with the first light of a new morning,
so instead of waking up
I chose death.

A. M.

Melancholy


Melancholy has waves like the sea
It makes you to go away and then come back to
It rocks you sweetly
Melancholy dances itself slow
You can hold her tight in the silence and feel everything inside
And to feel yourself close and also distant
And to travel standing still
And living other lives
And to feel yourself flying inside of a plane on the illuminated ships
In trains that you see passing by

It has a warm and red light of a sunset
Of the wounded day that never wants to die

Looks almost like a happiness, looks almost like a soul that is going away
A dream that is mixing with the reality
You can mix her up for sadness but it is only a soul that knows
That even the pain will serve

And it stops for a moment to console the cry
Of the wounded day that never wants to die

And to lose yourself among the desert downs among the waves in the open sea
Also inside this town
And feel that everything can be forgiven, that everything is always the same
That is that everything can change
And to stay in silence to hear and to feel that it can be sweet
One day also to die

In the warm and red light of the sunset
Of the wounded day that never wants to die

Looks almost like a happiness, looks almost like a soul that is going away
A dream that is mixing with the reality
You can mix her up for sadness but it is only a soul that knows
That even the pain will pass

And it stops for a moment to console the cry
Of a love that never wants to die