Waves of a Man, Goodness Come From Afar

They say the very atoms from the final breath of the great and terrible Caesar, having since left that mighty visage, have now spread like an empire around the spinning globe. Whether I've breathed them, I know not... But I have been met by something greater-- a proud, loving mother's praises of her sun, softly landing like beams of light to grow inspiration in me to rareified heights. She made me know, with lips that kissed and scolded him, of her blessing that arrived a short two score years ago. She spoke of his Zen, his calm, of the family he has given the world and the joy he has gifted to them, every day, so dutifully.. Something to aspire to--who this gentle man is and what he has done, but also to live in such lov ing praise upon the tongues of all of those who have known me...and as I prepared to write this, my own father and mother came to me, and I can only pray for all that I am to go, as it did for you, with my principle and, like interest, grow me and grow me so loving and gently...