I Want This Jane Kenyon Poem Read Aloud at My Funeral
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I Want This Jane Kenyon Poem Read Aloud at My Funeral
Why dying is oceanic and awe-filled for some and horrifying for others.
Dacher Keltner • Awe: The Transformative Power of Everyday Wonder
the air is clear with anticipation,
But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial b... See more
But its real strength lies in the quiet tension of isolation
And living patiently, without atonement or regret,
In the eternity of the plain moments, the nest of care
—Until suddenly, all alone, the mind is lifted upward into
Light and air and the nothingness of the sky,
Held there in that vacant, circumstantial b... See more
The Late Wisconsin Spring
For what is it to die,”’ I read, ‘“but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to… but to…”’