Do not stand by my grave and weep.
Do not bury me at all .
In a box made of illusions .
Offer me to the mother who bore me .
Feed me to my sisters and brothers of the wild .
This body is not yours to treasure while it rots .
It’s not even mine .
Life made love to Earth and seeded her with I.
I was made true by the two of One.
I offered them my skin, my eyes, my ears and my heart for their knowing of themselves.
Ha! How innocent of me to think I had anything to offer them in return .
I am their servant whether I choose to be or not.
Whether I know it or not.
They will decide my fate.
And when this I is done, they will take me back into their infinity.
Don’t fool yourself by thinking I remain in that grave,
In that form you knew.
When I am done here I will be fed to my mothers children
And I will remember what I have forgotten,
That I Am my father ♥️ ~Annette Morris Keane