BY JAN HAAG
The dead leave us their gifts.
O Devayani, don't you find
now that your mother is dead
you are kinder, sweeter,
Don't you find, now that James is dead,
more generous, loving toward people,
like James who had infinite
Don't you find, now that Auntie is dead,
that you long
for the company of a timid
old lady to lead among the flowers
of the leaf's hue and the petal's form?
You have never inherited wealth you say,
but what of the infinite fortune left by
shedding their weight, dissolving into light?
useful human traits, Devayani, shed
because of their weight, take on
your corporeal form,
making it lighter for the rest of the
The wealth of knowledge left by love,
love, make you lighter
and closer to death,
closer to leaving a
to those who willingly assume the burden
O Devayani, accept the traits
and the learning, grow lighter,
eagerly shedding the weight
that binds you to
the corporeal form.
Spend your inherited fortune
spend it on friends, spend it on lovers,
spend it on
family, share it with Shiva,
go lightly into death.
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