Last Letter to his Wife
I am dead because I lack desire,
I lack desire because I think I possess.
I think I possess because I do not try to give.
In trying to give, you see that you have nothing;
Seeing that you have nothing, you try to give of yourself;
Trying to give of yourself, you see that you are nothing:
Seeing that you are nothing, you desire to become;
In desiring to become, you begin to live.
I received this beautiful poem as a nabcast (special Podcasts that can be subscribed to if you have a Nabaztag) two weeks ago, and it has been a strong motivation, it reflects exactly how I feel right now, and I’m begining to live.
I highly recommend the nabcast Heartfelt (you find it in the Poetry category) by Marvel – even though it’s listed as being in French it’s actually in English, and PoemHunter.com is a wonderful site.