Remember with me near the end, if it is possible
That something of me will go on in humanity, that
The good I have done does not have to be perfect
To be effective, and that perhaps it will multiply in
The lives of others, helping somehow in the
Amazing human endeavor.
Tell me, if you like, that I go into the arms of God.
You will e making poetry, as I have done in other
Words and ways. Then let me go to nature as I
Came from nature, to the great cycles of creativity
That I have dimly understood.
When you commit my ashes to the ground or to
The stream, commit them. For then once cycle of
Individual life will be over and a unit of nature will
Be separated into its minute parts for participation
In new ways, as atoms rearrange in the mysterious
Slow seething of the world. I have come from
infinity and I go to infinity, between which events,
for a little time, I came to celebrate that miracle
which I could never fully fathom.
Therefore, when it is time, yield me dying, yield
Me dead in this tradition; earth to earth, ashes to
Ashes, dust to dust – in sure and certain hope that
The dust which bloomed briefly in my loving will
Bloom again.
– Author unknown
