"maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light
wrapping itself around us--"
Such a tender thought...may be it so.
Or may it be an indigenous grandmother, dressed all in white
with a cape to wrap around your shoulders showing the way.
"let ourselves be carried,
as through the translucence of mica,
to the river this is with the least dapple or shadow..."
It makes me happy to think of the river as a resting place for infinity.
I'm also good with becoming soil for growing and nourishing
beautiful and bountiful organisms.
Namaste
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