Spirit Abides

I am a spirit gaining strength,

making new plans for the journey,

watching the bones whiten and disintegrate into the dark soil.

Each rain takes them closer to the oak tree that is yet to come,

as the grasses percolate the crumbling forms’ immense worth—

though eventual insignificance.

For the new form looks out

from underneath the royal oak and smiles,

remembering the love and the beauty

that will never die.

From the place of light and this place of void,

all that is important remains intact.

all that is unimportant moves on to its new place.

The sun shines on all of it,

the night brings rest.

No blame.

All is well.

The sanctuaries provide wisdom and realignment.

The winds sing,

showing the way.