In honor of those who have gone before

When you go  

tears flow like

mountain streams

over the ledge

during spring snow melt

and outbreaks of trembling storm tears

we cried

 

When you lived

 

we danced in light

shook in laughter

played in mischief

cried in vulnerability

we lived

 

You who have gone

 

names fill endless pages

the span of which

wrap the universe

ten thousand times

leave us only memories

 

And like the ten thousand things

 

we too

will go

we all

will go

and who will replace us

 

May we honor those who have gone before

 

by living

honest

like nature

true to the intricate delicacies

of perfection and dependance

mindful

like the honey bee

in pursuit of the truest beauty

loving

like the earth

in her bounty of pollen

and radically free

like the wind

undiscriminating in its virtue of generosity

carrying the fruits of love

 

Genevieve