this mausoleum built of pristine stone
I don't need it to shroud my rotting bone
nor do I wish for pyramids as a shrine
which too will crumble to dust with time
spread me on the earth, let me scatter away
let me grow under your feet night and day
soil thrives forever, so does the sky
those so called unliving truly never die
"why then our mortal body wishes for eternity?"
Picture Courtsey: Ashish Gorde of Eureka Express
17 comments:
I agree with you, maybe it comes from growing up on a farm. A good poem for the image too.
I like the sentiment in this poem. have you read 'Sophie's World' by justin Gaarder? We are stardust.
Water Children
beautifully penned... We want to live but never grow old... we strive for materialistic things all our lives ,knowing that nothing is forever...
Beautifully beautiful! and you ask the leading question too!
Love it. Reminds me of Whitman - "Look for me under your boot soles".
An important point. Too many live in half a world - the material.
Mount Auburn*
teenagers laughing
by somebody's tomb
*First landscaped cemetery in the USA; resting place of many famous Americans, including the poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Robert Creeley.
Wow You hit right on target...how amazingly written...
This piece is particularly well done, poignant, valid and searching.
"spread me on the earth, let me scatter away
let me grow under your feet night and day"
I love this stanza! It's what I want to happen to me!
interesting thoughts
Nice! I'll take a pine box! :)
interesting question...
me too... loved the "spread me on the earth, let me scatter away" part very much. good one.
"soil leaves on forever".. shouldn't the 'leaves' be 'lives' though.
i love this and agree wholeheartedly
Tami what a beautiful poem. To become one with what God has made. Not a bad way to go. Well done my friend.
love-bd
I agree too Guatami - what a beautiful and profound write.
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