A poem about grief. Very powerful. And very true. I need to remember this so that I can be a better friend to others experiencing grief, and so that I may understand my own if I should feel it. And I hope other people will also understand this.
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred tender vision of your beautiful soul. -Hafiz This is absolutely beautiful
Poem text Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain
Love this song: "You are more than the choices that you've made. You are more than the sum of your past mistakes. You are more than the problems you create. You've been remade." - You Are More by Tenth Avenue North :)