Morning

Did you see the English evergreens, that you were running to? You received treatment in London, they say. Before you died in New York. Did you see the evergreens?

Perhaps you are seeing them now, or, perhaps you’re among them, scattered in amongst their spiritual dust. I can see you, almost, listening for sound in the forest, watching the leaves against the sky.

You don’t die, because, no one ever dies. It’s a transition into other states of being. Maybe you’re seeing the stars up close or walking in a meadow with a long dead relative who’s been tapped to show you the way.

I wasn’t sad. My thought, simply, “so, it’s happened, then,” since I’ve been mourning you for three years, really. This blog started three years ago, today. You died yesterday. Or so they say.

Love, so much peace, and so much love.

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