Tonight I’m building a funeral pyre.
Tonight I am taking out the shell
of a person who once lived here.
Her time has long gone,
Her needs have expired.
Now it’s time to build a fire.
Her final release to the
Heavens will light
the land this night.
The sparks will shoot high
Into the night sky.
The heat & smoke escaping,
Carrying to the Gods above
Her pieces; once broken.
Leaving behind the ashes to
Reunite with the earth
From whence they came.
Tomorrow, reborn
Sweet balance,
restored again.
1.28.2016
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I’m doing my best to keep to 2 posts/day. Maybe it will be 2 long or 3 short at most…I have a serious backlog of work to publish. While I’ve turned down the fire, it still burns brightly and intently.
Glad to hear it 🙂
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Thank you! Maybe you’ll see the fire, ha!
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Hope so!
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Love this! Burning away the old and rising again anew. Well said.
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Thank you, many times over! This is a great compliment for me as I really enjoy your work.
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I loved this poem. We need to free ourselves from the psychic weight weighing down our souls by burning away the emotional detritus. Your words vividly describe this.
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Thank you! I’m doing a meditation retreat this weekend. This past week was pre-clearing, and this was the climax. =)
Glad you enjoyed it!
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