The Recycling Process

Where will your children pay you a visit? My sister asked. She is creeped out because I will have no headstone. No one lives in the cemetery I tell her. She nods “I know, but….” At this point I know that she kind of thinks that people do. This is where I will be when my poems and my paintings stop. I will be in the smiles of my family and friends. I will be in the serving tray of scalloped potatoes. I will be in the clouds, the trees, the flowers and the rain. I will be a part of the God-mind, doing what I can to uplift and revitalize. I will be doing what I do here, except on the other side of the veil. I will inspire hope and love and light. I will encourage enthusiasm and joy. I will do the best teaching I have ever done Until I am recycled, returning as my great-grandchild When I will start the process all over again.