Beneath a complex sky, while all shields fall, we look Time in the face as it stares us down, the he and the she of it blowing through us in a wind of love and memory, and what can never be reversed. As the family comes together, decreasing its distances, new reflections seen in one another converge at one single point found by the one who has called 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. Seeing it lower into the earth I sense it as where I will belong and watch the dirt hit my body as I stare mutely into the silence of my end, where a connectedness now places me outside of myself into a new light and darkness of this communion. The past has more meaning than words in these moments and if we speak let the words fall, felt like prayers, leaving the living loving bodies. December 2, 2004