AISA AYA


Do you taste her food?

Proud of her knowledge

Knowing… Because she is insightful.

Insightful, also for me

 

Do you see her vulnerability?

Proud of her tears,

Crying… Because she is conscious.

Conscious, also about me.

 

Do you hear her singing?

Proud of her death 

Dying… Because she is aware.

Aware, also of me.

 

Do you smell her burning?

Proud of her life,

Living… Because she has changed

Changed, even by me

 

Do you feel her moving?

Proud of her connection,

Connecting… Because she has been reborn.

Reborn, as well within me