Beneath a complex sky while all shields fall we look Time in the face it stares us down any He and She of it blowing through us a wind of love and memory what can never be reversed As the family gathers decreasing its distances our reflections seen of one another converge one single point found by the one who has brough us here In its invisible distance how the point spreads its force! With love flowing through our appearances its source has frozen seeming to have cut us off... ... we are left floating in the center of the mind’s horizon faced only with ourselves inevitably Carrying the casket I carry myself within a ceremony removed from time. As it lowers into the earth I sense it as where I will belong watching the dirt gather around my body mutely into the padded silence of my end. This connectedness places me outside of myself light and darkness of communion. Past has more meaning than words these moments if we speak let the words fall felt as prayers, leaving the living loving bodies December 2, 2004