May these winds carry me
like a fallen faded autumn leaf
parted from the kith and kin,
blowing in the western wind...
May they graciously leave me
on a greener land lightyears away
where my being would turn to dust
as the days would fade to dusk.
May these winds carry me then,
a cloud of mere weightless dust,
over fragile lives and fertile grounds
over fragile lives and fertile grounds
beyond the beautiful blue-green mounds
to the vast infinite space
of dark matter and grace
where I would soothingly succumb
to the lullaby in our Mother's womb.
-Uththara-
