to die...

The unknown cannot be seen with the eyes, just because the mind does not want to perceive something that is totally out of control and out of any logic.

Goradana @ The Sanctuary

“Don't stand beside my grave and weep,

For I'm not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.”

(Mary Elizabeth Frye)