A week out from my scheduled healing,
kneeling by the edge of the ocean.
Did somebody really say it saves lives?
The secret is I actually feel misaligned…
Not to my purpose, but to my essence.
“Missing somebody, dancing daylight”,
basking in the light, hoping my ugly would pass away.
This is the eulogy.
“All I am is everything and nothing at all.
All I am is a shoulder for your heart to lean on.
All I am is love.”
Energy cannot be destroyed nor created.
The goal is to find free flow—
for it to move efficiently from one form to another.
Whatever that means…
“I know everyone goes someday.
I know my body's fragile,
know it's made from clay.
But if I have to go,
I pray my soul is still eternal—
and my mama don't forget about me.”
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