When I`m gone! (poem)

Here a poem I found today. It reminds to use the possibilities of life in time :

When I'm Gone

By A. Peri

Writing your own obituary is a good idea. So is writing your own eulogy:

I want to say that when I’m gone I want you to remember me
in the sheets of rain, flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder
that rides over the nighttime skies.

I don’t want you to sit beside a hole in the ground
to weep. I’m not there.

I left.

I’m in the folds of tulips, the fragrance of jasmine,
the whispers of a child and music that makes you
want to dance until you’re breathless.

But wait.

Remember me as someone who sometimes
faced doors I never entered.
I was afraid. Afraid of failure, criticism and ridicule.

Entrance was given to me and I chose to ignore it. I defied it. No,
that’s a lie. I killed it. I killed it with
the knife of insecurity.

I stabbed it and chewed on it for years
until it dripped blood
just as surely as if it met
a mad cannibal in a dark alley.

I never talked much about fame or success.
It was something that happened to others.
Not me.

Give us this day our daily bread.

I would have liked my edible daily bread but
that sustenance was for others. I felt unworthy so

I left.

But I loved. Oh, how I loved
with unimaginable depth and intensity:

my children, my family, my closest friends, my home,
my garden, my baking and every
snapshot ever taken.

Now I’ve come to a place
where there are no doors to open,
no unknown trails
no risks to take
no fame
no success
nothing to offer because

I left.

Whenever you can:
take every chance,
open every door,
learn the destination of
and walk every unmarked trail.

And while you walk along those paths
I want to leave you with
a song in the crystalline core
of your being.
May it be a raucous clamor,
a carefree din
that tempts you to
dance until you’re breathless.

And while you’re doing all of those things,

remember me.

Extremely beautiful!

Yes, for exmple door-facing as a symbole for chances in life is a well-chosen picture. Although one should not walk through every open door, I think!

I find a powerful resonance to this poem in my own awareness.