"Live in the layers, not on the litter"

As I am writing a long letter of reflexion to a good friend on the choices that we make in life, especially those unconventional ones, me in my 30 years, her in her 60 years. I am once again invoking the poem that inspired me to make those unconventional choices, never be afraid of and cesse to find the hidden layers of life and of oneself. Click on the title of the post will take you to the posts archived in May 2005, scroll down to the May 8th, you will see the poem that I love so much. I am sad to find that the poet has died a couple of years ago (I had already began my service) at age of 100. May his soul rest in peace.

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own,
(of course, for me I have yet many lives to live through, many lives waiting for me transform myself into)

and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
(The experience that I have had in the past couple of years have been intense that make this verse so close to my heart, I feel exactly like this verse)

When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon
(Soon, I, too, will finish a milestone in my life, and more than ever I need to gathering enough strength to proceed forward, however unknown to me how my life will evolve.)

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no doubt the next chapterin my book of transformationsis already written. I am not done with my changes.