Some time from now
(I will not get to choose)
people who have known me or not
(not of my choosing)
will lower my dust
into a hole in the ground,
or scatter it in a beautiful place.
It is they who will choose
the scattering of my dust.
But while I am breathing
I will choose the scattering
of what is not dust.
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Weather Report
Passing,
as a mass of air moves through the area,
and we will breathe it,
not some other air,
until it passes.
Various fronts will collide
but none develop into anything
but the present.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
October 28, 2019