I still find it hard to believe What you did — who you were Your spirit remains — an aspiration For those reached by your words. You taught me to be better To see our fellow humans And in them — kindness, compassion The rebirth in the ruin. A brilliant voice of love and laughter - Champion of community The hole you leave cannot be filled… But we’ll do our best — to honor your legacy. Mighty hands may pluck the best roses… But they can’t stop the coming of spring.

Atheism is a form of worship. Thinking is theology. Cognisance is a call of Creation. Habits are rituals of Mind. The godly and deductive Are the same if God is inside. The battle of Good and Evil Are conflicts of Real and Cerebral. Divinity may be destructive When subjectivity is Truth Nothing…

Self-sacrifice isn’t love — it’s misguided masochism Under guise of self-righteous grandeur Self-destruction is disrespectful To yourself and those you hold dear. True love is selfless — not at expense of self Someone worthy and able to love Being the best version of yourself For those who deserve nothing else. Weakening isn’t loving — it’s degrading disservice Can’t help others by making yourself suffer Basking in dark sun of despair Judgment darkens complexion.

You’re the weakest link in my chain mail No matter my many defenses. Regardless of callus and layers You’re ever the chink in my armor. Though I may guard how I feel Walls won’t help with those inside. You’ve grown too deep to remove - My heart’s achilles heel. No matter how I may change… I’ve loved you since before I was me. If I can keep my head around you - I can stand my ground with anyone. To see you — be me — truly; not romanticised ideals… You’re my greatest challenge; final boss of my heart.

Love is an act of trust To give and take from yourself. To burden the hurting of others Not to make them shoulder yours. Love unbarred is a lantern - Greed unfettered is a cage. I set you free — to see you fly… With faith — you will return.

There may come a time when dark horizon Never goes away - There will ever be times I miss the light - But it is not this day.

I like looking up. I feel like we don’t do that enough. To see into space Staring into the abyss Seeing our-selves — reflected Only sight left untainted By touch of machinations Vision shared by every generation Final frontier of freedom Stars are not salvation - But they speak — to those who listen. Celestial source of guidance The divine is all around us As Beauty was once a sacred virtue The same holds true for Nature Firmament unfurled like tapestry Every cloudbreak heralds hope The heavens give pause — to cope, for health Skies spread like canvas — mirror Nature reflected back at itself.

Life’s a Journey — if you make it Every Breath an Act of Creation Each Second one of Serendipity Fate and Fortune take many forms Some Struggles and Travails May be fought to no Avail Intrinsic nobility in Morality Fight regardless — never Wasted.

Conformity — docility Never seemed an appealing goal to me To cut ourselves off from Despair Is to separate ourselves from our-Selves Dreamily — reflexively Bounds of self are Creativity Relating to Us and the Others Bonds are manacles of meaning-making Repetivity — eternity A sickness unto Destiny Self-besieged Mentalienation Escaping our own devastation Would you lead life differently - Were it Recurrent in infinity?