See how my body eagerly droops earthward as I age?
It rushes to pay back
the sun- the soil - the rain-
all that it’s borrowed these many years of eating and breathing.
My final breath will be an exhale.
Do not deny me, then, the joy of feeding a rose bush with my abandoned flesh & bones
after ages of plucking petals to celebrate beauty & strength .
When my soul finally flies into the Big Bang of Death,
Leaving behind this food body in gratitude to Mother Earth,
Remember
Both,
Yes,
Both holy trajectories.
It rushes to pay back
the sun- the soil - the rain-
all that it’s borrowed these many years of eating and breathing.
My final breath will be an exhale.
Do not deny me, then, the joy of feeding a rose bush with my abandoned flesh & bones
after ages of plucking petals to celebrate beauty & strength .
When my soul finally flies into the Big Bang of Death,
Leaving behind this food body in gratitude to Mother Earth,
Remember
Both,
Yes,
Both holy trajectories.
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