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Choose My Time to Die

If I can choose my time to die winter is my first choice although I can imagine any season could be good for releasing ego’s hold on my yet-individuated eco-consciousness, should there be such a long-named thing when I choose my time to die. I would walk out through my trees to caress and bid farewell and thank them for this air we breathe for their patience with my cut-down ways, I would breathe my richest breath into their root systems as I walk on through these Trees of Life and Death, breathing through rich swells of elation rooted Time. I would lie down on the snow under snowflakes blanketing this final nest gathering owl’s rich medicine listening to her echoing WhoAreYou night-ride voice twinkling back into this miracle of snow-flaking stars twinkling blowing we us kisses through this path lying down as cold and ego-bold as snow. Co-falling co-arising timeless Earth-membered conscious choice of times we live to give as freely as Earth’s snow. Not not old and cold timeless flowing eco-function diadancing, snow inviting invisible stars, Great Adventure’s rebirth light.

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Date: 12/16/2015 8:40:00 AM
a great poem! Lovely and a wonderful share. A 7 definitely
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Gerald Dillenbeck
Date: 12/16/2015 9:38:00 AM
Thanks much. This one is special to me, so greatly appreciate hearing from you. G O