Graveside

Standing at the graveside dropping

the last granules of dirt

into the gaping hole,

Something is drawing the final stream

of essence out of my being.

Like rain drops on a roof

I hear the quiet sounds of the

dirt hitting the bottom...

It is finished, I am free.

I've met my task,

I've done the work,

I can walk away...

just me.

Onward, ever upward,

Lighter than before.

Eyes focused, skyward.

Heart rallied, more pure.

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Graveside

Capricorn New Moon

December 2019 (solar eclipse - conjunct Jupiter, trine Uranus)