
When I fall into myself
there is no bottom to hit.
I merely gain momentum
until I break apart
and become communion
for the universe.
Particles drifting amid
the debris
collating into
a future
as bright or bleak
as I make it.
"Ashes, ashes, all fall down."
--Ring Around the Rosies (Children's Song)
"...and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
--Book of Common Prayer (Anglican)
We are intelligent ash. Eventually we crumble and become dust. Do the echoes of our thoughts sift through living ghosts and smudge inspiration on strange minds?
1 comment:
The title alone truly hits me. (grin) Brings back memories.
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