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