A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more

A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.

We all have to die some day, if we live long enough.

We all have to die some day, if we live long enough.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the read more

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

Either this man is dead
or my watch has stopped.

Either this man is dead
or my watch has stopped.

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, read more

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.