tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611350381861932994.post3314587694260083614..comments2023-07-10T01:15:41.197-07:00Comments on Dreams Wander On: Robert Epstein, Ph.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05550839203101938410noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-611350381861932994.post-56451255362497245162010-08-28T15:54:02.858-07:002010-08-28T15:54:02.858-07:00Robert,
thanks for this description of Her.
W. H....Robert,<br />thanks for this description of Her.<br /><br />W. H. Auden already asked: Who's sitting next to you? It may be Death.<br /><br />She is for sure one’s company. Who can throw away all empty chairs? But even so, She always stands by you.<br />Death sitting somewhere between the light and the darkness. I see Her, hmm, closer to the darkness.<br /><br />Death — She’s enigma, a riddle placed in my memory; unsolved until right time comes, so hardly to forget. She’s a puzzle created by my own life. I keep its the last piece. No one is able to miss it.<br /><br />Remembering Her and forgetting at the same time—that’s why She is a way of silence.<br />Bearing the SILENCE in many languages.<br /><br /><br />empty chair again—<br />entering without knocking<br />autumn wind<br /><br />best wishes,<br />LechLECHAIKUhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04019477901680028486noreply@blogger.com