Ol friends pass and have found their end.
New friends with great beginnings and prosperous paths.
Amidst the realities of thus and this are found the sound of
tantric shamas.
Harmonious are the hearts of the unified and willing.
For some fall while others soar, an ol line comes to mind.
"Death makes angels of us all, gives us wings where we had
shoulders smooth as raven's claws."-J.M.
And I exhale flowing out the ol days, then inhale and begin
to once again prepare.
Never forget, mainly forgive, always listen & be willing to
love & give.