After death,
I will not be gone—
I will be wind, touching your skin,
I will be silence, deep within.
The body fades, the name dissolves,
But the soul—
The soul returns to the rhythm of stars,
To the breath before beginnings,
To the light that dreams all forms.
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However the battle is ended,
Though proudly the victor comes
With fluttering flags and prancing nags
And echoing roll of drums.
Still truth proclaims this motto,
In letters of living light, -
No Question is ever settled,
Until it is settled right.
Though the heel of the strong oppressor
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There is a power whose inspiration fills
Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought,
Like airy dew ere any drop distils,
Like perfume in the laden flower, like aught
Unseen which interfused throughout the whole
Becomes its quickening pulse and principle and soul.
Now when, the drift of old desire renewing,
Warm tides flow northward over valley and field,
When half-forgotten sound and scent are wooing
From their deep-chambered recesses long sealed
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I have made a mistake, I know.
You don't need to tell me, it's all a big show.
I can't do what you can,
You are so mighty, I can't be that man.
I am so very amused to be who I am,
I am happy for the things I never can.
Don't try to stand at my door and weep
Don't try to kill me, I am not your enemy.
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We women teach our little sons how wrong
And how ignoble blows are; school and church
Support our precepts and inoculate
The growing minds with thoughts of love and peace.
‘Let dogs delight to bark and bite, ’ we say;
But human beings with immortal souls
Must rise above the methods of the brute
And walk with reason and with self-control.
And then – dear God! you men, you wise, strong men,
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The end of certainty is not the end of the world,
but the dawn of a deeper vision.
We believed the earth was solid, the heavens unshaken,
the laws eternal and unmoving.
Yet beneath every stone lies movement,
within every silence—an echo of change.
Certainty was our shelter,
but also our prison.
It closed the doors of imagination,
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Ein Atemzug
zwischen Gedanke und Tat.
Ein Funke,
unscheinbar,
bis die Dunkelheit näher rückt.
Nicht laut,
aber klar.
Genug,um zu beginnen.
Een adem
tussen denken en doen.
Een vonk
die pas opvalt
als het donker dichterbij komt.
Niet luid,
maar vast.
Genoeg om te beginnen.
A breath held
between thought and action.
A spark unnoticed
until the darkness leans in.
Not loud,
but certain.
Enough to begin.
After death,
I will not be gone—
I will be wind, touching your skin,
I will be silence, deep within.
The body fades, the name dissolves,
But the soul—
The soul returns to the rhythm of stars,
To the breath before beginnings,
To the light that dreams all forms.
......