But, as the passage now presents no hindrance
     To the spirit unappeased and peregrine
     Between two worlds become much like each other,
So I find words I never thought to speak
     In streets I never thought I should revisit
     When I left my body on a distant shore.
Since our concern was speech, and speech impelled us
     To purify the dialect of the tribe
     And urge the mind to aftersight and foresight,
Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age
     To set a crown upon your lifetime’s effort.
     First, the cold friction of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise
     But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit
     As body and soul begin to fall asunder.

But as I am my seed is weedy,
     My making warped
     All that I touch becomes less than it ought.
How do you know what works or not
      Your weed may be another's tonic
      Be fully as you are, here and now, boldly new.
What are you saying, unfold, explode, exceed
      Becoming new, I am what I am
      A mind, two hands, a body.
Always reforming, growing once, now dying
     Thoughts changing, choices ranging, souls transforming
     Embrace the dying, engage the new.
I do not welcome death, whatever may be beyond...
     You have already died twice today
     In denying you merely prolong your dying.