Montse

“Death is before me today
Like a sick man’s recovery,
Like going outdoors after confinement.
Death is before me today
Like the fragrance of myrrh,
Like sitting under sail on breeze day.
Death is before me today
Like the fragrance of lotus.
Like sitting on the shore of drunkenness.
Death is before me today
Like a well-trodden way,
Like a man’s coming home from warfare.
Death is before me today
Like the clearing of the sky.
As when a man discovers what he ignored. Death is before me today
Like a man’s longing to see his home
When he has spent many years in captivity”
― Miriam Lichtheim, Ancient Egyptian Literature, Volume I: The Old and Middle Kingdoms