N.Q. Xhafer

admin — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 23:11:39 +0000

If today you were to pass

In heaven looking through the glass

If today you were to pass,

in heaven looking through the glass.

Loved ones mourn with teary eyes,

the following day became such a surprise.

You ponder thoughts of retrospect,

how a life just lost is so easy to forget.

As you come across points of reference,

a gentle heart that made a difference.

How such a surprise ever came to be?

A precious life wasted so selfishly.

Letter to Menoceus

admin — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 02:26:19 +0000

Accustom yourself to believing that death is nothing to us, for good and evil imply the capacity for sensation, and death is the privation of all sentience; therefore a correct understanding that death is nothing to us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not by adding to life a limitless time, but by taking away the yearning after immortality. For life has no terrors for him who has thoroughly understood that there are no terrors for him in ceasing to live. Foolish, therefore, is the man who says that he fears death, not because it will pain when it comes, but because it pains in the prospect. Whatever causes no annoyance when it is present, causes only a groundless pain in the expectation. Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer.

N. Q. Xhafer

admin — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:08:50 +0000

…but one who is mortal can only taste,

for love is the nerve that not enveloped is life to waste,

upon wake builds clear wrapping counter-significance,

when a shadowed symphony paints evening corridors,

morning swells emotional precedence.

N.Q. Xhafer

admin — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 21:06:37 +0000

Tapping on the inside

Traversing the retrospect

Yearning comprehension

Bewildered in darkness