burn
me to ash
fling
me to dance
my last dance
on the rich earth
sanctify flowers
bright unfolding
caress leaves
with fragments
of bone dust
fly with the wind
scatter my
white residue
light as breath
& illumined love
finally dissolving
into the lake
a dream
©2005 by Brenda Clews, all rights reserved
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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ReplyDeleteMay the richness of our original Blueprint become the design of the future species upon this planet. The Cosmos sees us as a beacon and we shine with the lightest density. We the collective consciousness of the new awareness grow into meta platforms seeding each other in the ethereal and dissolving the residuals called forth by war. We reconcile and heal. Love light forever one.
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