The Wisdom of Bones
One after another dissolves in my bones…
These bones of ancient stardust sparkle with a brilliant light
That can’t be seen with the naked eye.
Only gazing inward I am bedazzled.
My bones know the story of soul mediated by flesh.
My bones know the mystery of life and death.
My bones attached to flesh are not attached
But free to move from this life to the next
Unencumbered by delusions of permanence.
My bones know that life transforms life
With or without our permission.
My bones know that stardust is stardust
Whether ending or beginning.
My bones are not afraid.
My bones know.