He Was Like A Song I'd Heard

Flowers That Grow Where Old Ones Have Withered Serve To Remind Us That Death Will One Day Come To Us All.

I Cannot Tell You What It Is That Guides Us In This Life; But For Me, I Fell Toward The Chairman Just As A Stone Must Fall Toward The Earth. When I Cut My Lip And Met Mr. Tanaka, When My Mother Died And I Was Cruelly Sold, It Was All Like A Stream That Falls Over Rocky Cliffs Before It Can Reach The Ocean. Even Now That He Is Gone I Have Him Still, In The Richness Of My Memories.

Seeing Him Again After So Long Awakened Something Inside Me. I Was Surprised To Find Myself Feeling Sad Rather Than Joyful, As I Would Have Imagined.

At The Temple There Is A Poem Called "loss" Carved Into The Stone. It Has Three Words, But The Poet Has Scratched Them Out. You Cannot Read Loss, Only Feel It.

Those Of Us With Water In Our Personalities Don't Pick Where We'll Flow To. All We Can Do Is Flow Where The Landscape Of Our Lives Carries Us