I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?

So sorry for the loss of your friend. He must have lived an amazing life. He was lucky to have friends in you and your wife.

There is an oddness with material things and some people. My grandparents are approaching 90 and getting their 'things' isn't even on my radar but they worry about who will get what. We attach value to ourselves sometimes with things and yet as the lovely verse you shared suggests ... we are more like a bird, a stirring and beautiful tune spread across space ... you can't hold any of those things in your hands.

A beautiful and thoughtful write this morning, Yahia. I am left with a good feeling:)