breaking down
the earth
holds bones
jealously and hard
this, our
stone mother
who curves indifferently
beneath our feet
so subtly
we do not note
the spin
reeling with
and unconscious of it
until we are hers
again
the return to water
and dust
of matter
no longer needed
impersonally swallowed
by her hungry matrix
while that us
this we, who are
finally freed forever
from that grasping cycle
of chemical bonds
unchained, we can
sing without breath
and sail through
charted speeds of light
no law or theory can ground
this flow into the only arms
shaped to hold us
past matter
forever embracing
Susan Daniels Poetry 
regardless of faith and beliefs…it’s not quite so scary a thought, this thing we call death.
thank you susan, it’s beautiful
Thank you, Rhonda…glad you liked.
What we are a part of jumps beyond not comprehension or belief, but awe.
yes, awe is the right word for it…
i sense a tad of neruda in this one. lover of the earth is my best take:)
Wow, thanks–I love Neruda 🙂
Beautiful. Your visionary writing seems to feed from (or into?) the world’s soul.
Oh, honey–thanks so much!
really like this and esp
while that us
this we, who are
finally freed forever
from that grasping cycle
of chemical bonds
great lines
Thanks, Ian–I like that image too, the freedom of it!