The Wisdom of Bones

The Wisdom of Bones

Unraveling lifetimes

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.

Karen Sella