Take me home to your peaceful place
No friend or lover bestows it like I know you will
No day breaks and washes calm and ease
Like the day the sun sets and I become whole
My chest bursts open and out my light runs free
Let my embers blow in the wind toward the coastline
Guiding my soul into the bright light where
The sunset wraps me in its rays and holds me close
And on a cloud with white wispy feet I'll float above into the sky
To fill the spaces I belong
The nooks and crannies of the universe a little more full
Of my love. Of his love. Of her love. Of our being.
Symphonies will pulse through the black sky
As the stars dance and twinkle
In this universal bliss that runs through space, an intergalactic river pouring into an ocean of light
Infinite love
And I know
I am home
I am

This is it.
The last step.
The final action.
This is all I have to do.
Before I feel the sweet release
Of death.
Freedom.
Is that what they call it?
Release.
Maybe that's it.
Letting go.
But it's so hard.
Stepping off.
There's no turning back now.
Closing my eyes.
I've made my decision.
Taking a breath.
I feel the wind rushing past me.
Heart racing.
I plummet towards the ground.
No, wait.
I can't stop this.
It's permanent.
I wish I hadn't.
They'll miss you.
I didn't say goodbye.
It's a shock as you hit the ground.
I can't feel anything.
There's blood everywhere.
I hear screaming.
Your body shouldn't be at that angle.
I can't undo this, can I?
The sirens are getting louder.
I see my mom. She's crying.
They load you onto the stretcher.
Wait, I'm still here! Mom! Can't you hear me?
Your voice is gone, and so are you.
I see a bright darkness.
Walk towards it.
It consumes me.
Time of death: 9:34 a.m.

Ergo; distal;
two of my proximal
favorites,
I've wanted to weave into
a write since
I thought of them-
now I just sort of lead with them,
not quite weaved, and tell me
could I?
I'm thinking on my feet
or rather my ***,
just typing, ergo
the distal part of my buttocks
aches a bit.
I want this to make sense but my fingertips
ergo the distal tips of my
appendages
are now tingling,
a bit of carpal tunnel,
I suppose. Some things just
are not supposed to be profound.
Ergo distal

O! mighty elements of nature,
each standing out,yet interwoven,
in your orchestration, you include  each human,
give rise to a nebulous magic we know as mind,
created for the universe,in a process,mysterious
hoping each would strive for peace in cosmos.

But the consciousness of nature,
one could guess,now feels
increasingly helpless, terrified too on what happens,
reeling in pains of various kind,inflicted upon her.
This as a result of the relentless attack on her
by the unkind mankind,driven by avarice
in a mad spree to reduce flora and fauna in to dust,
that too at an earliest date possible!

Forgive me now, I am a penitent,
shocked by the vision of what awaits
I plant saplings of trees, repenting
with the promise that these tiny greens
will grow to mighty trees once,compensate,
contribute to the well being of all the worlds