The Final Ride

That Final Ride

Flying Home

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Giving freely
Oneself to another
Passerby greeting
Heartfelt or empty space

Born into life
Life giving mystery
Great mystery outside
Likewise internally

Label these
Tag another
Once divided
United as thee



Death do us part
Rebirth as One

As in the beginning
So is the end
Divided at birth
United in Death.

It is time for the final ride — to the pastures grazing endlessly — held on by woven silk threads — patchworks, and quilted memories. To that final zip of poetic coverlet — ashes giving life — returning grace ashes remain.

Heartsong gathering lyrical tune — memories from the time before — releasing dove’s inner coats. Elysium fields golden rays — lighthouse calling home — final release — returning home.

Shedding of skin — one final layer — the myriad of deaths previously. Fire of phoenix transforming tune — white doves — angelic wings — flying home.

~ Ani Po

Today we said goodbye, one final time. One last song, emerging from my heart space — singing her home. I could see the dove’s emerging — spirit carry true. Releasing the memories — witnessing that final flight home.

Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.

Joseph Lieungh

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