The Art of Dying: A Short Anthology
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Let it be we who are the bread,
you and I,
to feed each other.
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take sleep away,
but do not take from me your weeping.
Without tears there is no bread.
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take life away and yet leave me your heart beating,
open to whatever may come.
Your heart beats with mine;
when I am gone it will beat alone no more.
_____ AKSHR
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