shaman shaman bury me under a starlit sky beside a sinless tree.
commend my soul to the vastness above, bathe me, cleanse me, lift me high on the wings of the dove.
of my talents i leave here on earth, scatter them, share them, to bear witness of new birth.
if others must judge my worried past, fill their hearts with love and kindness, the gifts of the Spirit that hold true and fast.
and to those for whom i have cared that have gone before, please have them stand in ready to open the door.
This was written in response to the news of a friends death by way of OD... I see his face every once in a while in some of the strangers I run across. At first it was a poem the I took to his memorial but it is turning into a song E minor A major... Woody Gutherie once said "if anybody uses more than two chords to write a song they're just showing off".