Yet, at the end only melted light remains,
and beyond that, the tenderness of a child,
a simple caress.

The hand of mother in her goodbye bed,
the last embrace of a friend,
those tender moments shared.

One yearns, longs and venerates them,
through every story and tradition, ,
with every memory and occasion.

Each day upon waking
each night upon the day’s review.
When you walk alone silently
the all surround of nature
or lie down in repose of body and mind,
in those moments of just being.

We yearn and long for, we venerate
those ancient songs.
As a love that has long gone
but which is always there.

Every story, every day in the breeze that we see,
those faces that wake up to others in smiles,
or marvel in awe at the unexpected and quotidian.

Every explosion and tear
is but a preamble of new horizons,
of metamorphosis, of transformation.

Therefore every moment elapsed, every love lived
every embrace of friend stored within the heart,
each memory, every unbearable pain, is nothing but,,
a point of departure,
a blooming of new fruit,
a dawn of opportunity,
a celebration.

Thus moments of yearning and longing
cannot be ignored,
not even in the highest flights of fancy
of our escape imagination.

Today, like yesterday, is already gone,
Tomorrow, like today, will be done
The only thing that will remain
is the shared moment,
the love etched in the heart.

That which we always, yearn and long for,
and venerate, that, which does not pass.

Today, like yesterday and tomorrow,
let us celebrate, arms up in the air,
our conscious shared passage through life.

Let us welcome with love
the present day, the days bygone,
as well as the hereafter time to come.

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