Do not stand at this quiet place
I do not lie there - I continue living.
As a hint in the wind, which blows up,
the salmon who aspires to the seas.
Am I the bright light of the sun
the sneezed her with true delight,
virginity
the falling snow,
Am I the Dark
a lake.
The fresh morning light awakes
Am I the star in a dark night
the birds sing clearly in flight,
I am the fire and the embers.
Mourn not at my grave
I do not lie there - I am the light.
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