quinta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2011

Epiphany
























Do not weep my farewell to this world.

I am but one, fading away.

Celebrate my evanescing as it breaks apart;
Do not wear black to my burial.
Do not bury me.

Dress in white, in colors
Fresh water pastel colors and sparks in the wind
And burn me.

Burn me because fire is the last of life's resort
And we all feel it deep inside our hearts
So burn me with the love my lifetime had.

And scalate.
Let your bare footsteps travel through the wood's grounds
Ley it feel the dirt and the moist
The grass, the roots, the fallen leaves
Get your sole eventually hurt
Celebrate the pain
As pain is yet but another gift to being alive.

And dance.
Dance under the trees and run up with me one last time
Take a deep breath of the watered nature's calm breeze
Hear a bird sing.

And laugh.
Laugh with pure joy as life goes on
Feel out Mother's beating veins
And sing.

Sing the best athem you can remember
Let the poetry follow up the song's notes
Let it rise.

Keep running.
Let the wind, oh, let Eöll be your guide
Be the one remaining on this earth
Teach a child to talk to him
Like I taught you.

And please, when you voice of me
Voice of me well
Because the great ones, one who spoke:
When you speak, speak of good
Or just remain in silence.

Also cherish the silence
As it always tells you something
As the silence allows you to witness your esle senses more.
Rejoice.
Close your eyes and dance with your arms wide open
Carelessly.

Reach the top of the hill
Raise as the sun falls
Staining the horizon in colors
Watch the Mother's theatre as you go.

Let it be that nothing else matters
But you quivering fingers in the chilling breeze
As you carry me
Notice the butterfly dance by
Reflecting the hazes of light

And stop at the cliff's edge.
Look around with another deep breath
Take the longs, feel the scents for me
Summon my Friend
And release me.

And watch Eöll carry me away on his arms in swirls
And let wheverer you brought me behind.
And bring with you
Only the good memories
And whatever reminds you of them.

And let me sway forever until I fall and roll and transform
As I am begone away
Taken in the universe's arms
Or maybe taken in by a new life...

~

Image by: faalnangeltears @ DeviantArt

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