It is 3:10 a.m. on the 16th and I’ve had my sleep and shower. I opened the window to welcome in the air with much prana, then sat down to compose another poem as a tribute to Esa Khalief, now departed, who, in many ways, was like a son to me. Before I wrap up a little about yesterday, I’m sharing my tribute in words to him. Bless you, Esa.
Esa
Esa, you’re gone, but you aren’t really
You’re simply moving on for a healing
It’s service you became acquainted with
The rewards as such are clearly n
