When we die, who is it that really passes on?
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He said, "You're beautiful Like a flower." I said, "Pick me And I'll die." So he groped me By the stem And ripped me From my life. I blossomed In his sun He inhaled my scent as it rained I asked, Can this last forever? Ignoring a Destiny, preordained. I wilted The next morning And … Continue reading “Lilies” by Max Ruth
A place to stay untouched by death Does not exist. It does not exist in space, it does not exist in the ocean, Nor if you stay in the middle of a mountain. -Buddha A touching story about helping a loved one pass peacefully.
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