I have retired from temptations of attention. I’ve retired from the need to judge. I’ve retired from feeling like I need that moment, And I’ve retired from feeling too sad.
I have retired into a place of contemplation — A place nearby, and where I sit.
I have retired from feeling guilty, And I’ve retired from needing your yes.
At my funeral, Spare me the tears And spread my ashes In the flora. Do not cry, for the death, Which has consumed me, Smile, For the life that finally, Surrounds me.