Grief at Temple

Walk, do not run, to the Temple Amble slowly towards your destination as you set your intention Cover your head when you enter Linger your gaze on the photographs and letters to those we lost Drag your fingertips along the grain of the wood and let it guide you toward the inner sanctum There, sit or lie, on the dust And think of me Think of me softly Remember me fondly of the happy times when I was well and we were healthy and we'd laugh or dance or sing Know then in your heart That I loved you That I love you That I will always love you That I am love That I will forever be the Parasol to your Archipelago Then grieve me. For your sake as well as mine. Release me into the ether Time passes, life moves on, The sands shift, carried by the wind. From ashes to ashes, From stardust to stardust, The Temple burns.