When I die
will my life leave my body
and flow
Will I become
a breath through the trees
or a deep sea wave
so far out
that it is seen by none
but simply felt
Maybe even a breeze
that dances through the summer
swoops low through the grass
flies up to meet you
Perhaps earning the blessing
of diving down and inside
Filling your lungs
breath in (intoxication) breath out
Dancing in the innermost of you
Filling the space around
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