Monday, November 26, 2007
Going (poem)
Going
Pass from this world lightly,
air returning to air.
Ascend gently,
as if you were a bit of mist
returning to the cloud.
Let your spirit wash softly
outward to where the sea
becomes sky.
Let nothing remain.
Leave behind only
those things
you brought with you
when you came.
Dorothy Walters
November 26, 2007
