Our Souls Travel after Death
sensing nothing but terrain
open at first but leading toward
forested hillsides
exquisite pools glistening with memory
and the flavor of those who have
entered in the past,
organic soil rich and composting
without need for human turning
whole cascades of waterfalls
joining a plethora of
multi-directional streams
wandering toward an open sea.
And above tree-line
hovering over those endless pregnant glaciers
frozen in timeless awareness
presaging the uncharted but certain
indigenous thaw
inching over lifetimes
flowing toward renewal.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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