I thought my soul
Helped me fly as spirit
Until I felt my soul
Connected to the soil
Through my heart
Through my longing
And through my holding
Of the branches of a tree
I felt connected to all things
Through the ground
My soul is of this earth
In death
It is in the ground
I want to be buried
No cremation for me
But for now
I choose life I breathe life
I touch everything
With my bare hands
And give back what I can
With this soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting read Harriet, it makes me think of The beautiful Cemeteries where I could sit for hours. Thank You