The Blood & The Bones

When I am gone, spread my ashes somewhere beautiful.

Do not bury me in the ground so that others have to sit amongst the dead with only stone and cheap fake flowers as their companions.

Take me somewhere I would have loved for them to remember me. Between a river and a mountain. Between the roots of the pines to remind them of where I came from.. Take me somewhere beautiful so that when I am visited by those who loved me they will remember me in a place I would have written about, a place I would have dreamt of, a place where I may have wanted to spend the rest of my days or even just a quiet afternoon alone..

Do not let them put me in the ground. Let them cast my body upon it so that I will grow with the wild flowers. So that I will fly on the wind. So that I will live on in the footprints of every animal that runs the land. So that I may go to all the places I had never been.

And so that they may find me here whenever they need me in everything around them, in all of nature’s beauty.

Do not bury me in the ground. Give me what I never had in this life. Set me free.

the blood

& the bones