Today a warm celestial wind gently travels across my face
blowing away my trace.

Today my body disposed in waste
beneath the earth's creatures a morsel taste.

I ponder how my experience walking in this physical plane
made me burn the flame often too bright.... often without direction of sight.

Now that the sands have dropped and all time has stopped...I am home. It amazes me how real it felt being all alone.
© George Jodan