Thoughts On the Second Anniversary of My Mother’s Death

Two years today

You returned to the source;

Mother, from whence I came

My origins contained

In the crematorium urn; reminder of

Our dusty nature-

How parts of us emit about our world, clinging to all that we encounter;

Always leaving some of our selves.

The sperm and egg that begat my flesh and bone;

The universal spirit slides

Intentions and abundance

This is our life; brief in this case, vase, this form, this vehicle

But long after the dust is sealed by sandy tegument

Or polished, smooth urn rests

Our actions; our only true possession

Carries a legacy;

The DNA/RNA weave, serpent like ouroboros

Rainbows and rain; flowers mashed by manic storms

Slamming seeds into earth;

Violence of the big bang begets the beauty that abounds

In the brevity that is our moment; connecting us all

Immortal.

Edmonton, AB, Canada