To celebrate your life
A thousand, thousand words, light on leaves, white rose in bloom, the tongues, the texts, the words.
You struggled hard for meaning, worked for understanding, turning away from prejudice and traditions devoid of spirit.
You glimpsed snow on distant peaks – east of the sun and west of the moon, and knew the joy of solitude, and the song of wind in the wheat.
And so I hear your own songs, these healing, mysterious sounds becoming centres of energy to change the
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