Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust,

We start out as minute particles,

Minutes in a day.

And when we die and return 

To earth and sky,

We spread out,

An eon in an age.

We nourish the eternal worlds

With temporal minerals

That are old and notwithstanding.

We disseminate to great lengths.

We become part of the great monsoon 

And rain and bloom.

We’re consumed by creatures

Who eat leaves and berries,

And decorate the rooms of their dna

With glittering array of us,

On a microscopic level.

And if any two can ever agree 

As touching anything,

The beautiful thought may dawn

To spawn in the river of sunrise,

And readmit the license to live.

And anything will be possible!

Two cells of ashes will double date,

Taking with them, two cells of dust,

As witnesses.

And one can hope

To be the product of love

And fate, and if not love,

Maybe lust, at least,

Deep desire, and not just a fire 

At a drunken feast.

But whatever the case,

Make the best of this span,

For this constellation of stardust passing through,

This whirlwind of ashes, this is you,

Exploring another aspect

Of Life in the space of a cosmic lifetime.

-jenn