Walking Dead Man

Happy
Birthday
U.G.
seventy-five
years
old
and
you're
not
even
alive.
When
we
see
you
we
think
we
see
you
but
all
we
see
is
the
memory
of
the
time
you
were—
like
a
star
we
see
that's
already
millions
of
years
away
when
we
see
it—
Who
you
really are
has
already
melted
into
the
pores
of
the
universe
a
long
time
ago.
We
see
you
from
millions
of
light-years
ago
a
glorious
comet
flashing
across
our
minds
scorching
our
hearts
with
yearning
for
the
Light
of
your
awakening.
Happy
Birthday
Jivan-
Mukta.
"Not
Jivan-
Mukta!"
Friend.