Liminality of Death - Water
My friend
you are feeling light
The wind element in your body
drifts away on the wings of crows
to plummet and become rain
Be rain, fall
and fly
Your spirit is light.
It has no anchors
Every thought you have now,
has a kind of power
Don’t pity yourself
Don’t make yourself small
You want things,
your things.
But they are no use now
and you are no use
to them.
Release them
and yourself
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