when it is
my final time,
i make it here
clear.

for my first choice
my wish,
is to go like
all the critters we see,
lying in the woods,
enjoying a last
long, lingering
Final look.

this body
once warm
slipping into
Mother earth
in its very own
time.

second way
i'd like,
is to go like
the
ancient Zoroastrianism
practitioners
did do.

or the monks
high among the
peaks of the
snow covered
Himalyan peaks
of Tibet
once so
Free.

i'll take a hot
firey burning
if that is what you
must do.

mixed in thoroughly,
with those of
my puppyhead
and her magficient
ancestors.

fling theses ashes
high overhead,
while the winds
are blowing
strongly along.

hike to the top
a high and lonely
peak,
open the little
baggie of plasticky.

release these ashes,
of us who loved
each other  So,
to ride the winds
forever together,
throughout all of 
eternal time!

dark cool morning,
just now, just this Fall,
early gentle rain falls.

stepping onto wooden deck,
the souls of these feet are,
cooled
and  
thirst quenched,
by you
oh, beautiful,
gentle rain!

when it is
my final time,
i make it here
clear.

for my first choice
my wish,
is to go like
all the critters we see,
lying in the woods,
enjoying a last
long, lingering
Final look.

this body
once warm
slipping into
Mother earth
in its very own
time.

second way
i'd like,
is to go like
the
ancient Zoroastrianism
practitioners
did do.

or the monks
high among the
peaks of the
snow covered
Himalyan peaks
of Tibet
once so
Free.

i'll take a hot
firey burning
if that is what you
must do.

mixed in thoroughly,
with those of
my puppyhead
and her magficient
ancestors.

fling these ashes
high overhead,
while the winds
are blowing
strongly along.

hike to the top
a high and lonely
peak,
open the little
baggie of plasticky.

release these ashes,
of us who loved
each other  So,
to ride the winds
forever together,
throughout all of 
eternal time!

but,

i make it here
most perfectly clear,
under no circumstances
are you to be flushing me
down some ubiquitous
suburban
toilet!

for that one i promise,
for this you
may be sure!
i will  long
hang around,
haunting you,
every time you,
poo or ***!

RIP rip rip

rain falls
on parched earth.

fall
a majestic season
quiet and retiring.

year winding
down
to an ending.

no cause for
loud call.

rain falls
gently and
coolly
on dried
fallen leaves.

words need
not be spoken
nor written
for it only
gets in the
way of
knowing
the ONE.

free from
gossiping and
interpreting,
fall
quiet and
deep
keeps quiet
to herself.

true magic
real mystics
only act
for themselves.

devil may care
but sweet mother
nature never
despairs

an unending
cycle
end and
beginning
unknown

why bother
your little mind
with questions
forever unknown.