Will it be after death that we meet?
# When I long to be on my own And not knowing how to make it, I am cast away from crowds. The restlessness of perfect knowing follows me all the time. As if from my previous birth, A crow, half turned and cross, Enters my thoughts of my favourite bird. "Whenever I walk amidst tall trees, I love one of these trees.." The opening lines of a poem comes to my mind. Your voice is deeper than wind. I want to be more than just a bit of it. I want to be all of it. Will it be after death that we meet? This moment, Your silence is enough for me to think over
