ENTOMBED  (8-21-14)

In a box, full of sand
They carry me
and talk to me
Ceremony and vacations
Holiday dinners and friendship reunions.
But it’s not me
Its a box
full of sand
I am eternal
Grace and wisdom
Sunshine of the summer day
And the crisp cold air of January
The turning leaves of September
The blossoming flowers of spring
I am the Earth
and the stars
I am the wind the water and the mountain
I am the first light of dawn
and the last orange hue of the setting sun
I am bow pose
and savasana
I rest
And I am Alive!

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