I share a poem this week, in loving honor of two excellent friends, one of whom has recently passed on, and the other now facing her physical mortality and her spiritual freedom:
The Tide Rolls Out
On the incoming wave
comes the bounty:
times spent with friends
laughing, loving,
serving Life together
day by month by year
by decades shared in the fellowship of Soul.
Then the wave breaks
against the rocky shoals,
sends shimmering mist
that dissolves
any rigid formations.
Now as I watch
the tide rolls out
carrying the tiniest gems
of eternal blessings, holographic
universes of light and sound
memories
rolling back to the Source
never to be washed away
nor forgotten.
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Better Endings 
Good poem! For some reason I’ve been pondering death a lot lately- perhaps because it’s getting closer? Glad u r back
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Thanks Ro. Refelecting on passing beyond this life is healthy to contemplate! I hope we can visit this year.
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Your words were delivered with exquisite grace, as you can I’m sure imagine, by the stand-in bard for you at the service and it was perfect. What a beautiful way to envision this Ocean of Love and Mercy upon which many of our friends have set sail. Thank you so much.
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