Body Relaxes

Steady, rhythmic beating becoming,

Slower, slower, slower and go away,

A stop, and there is beating no more.

Water releases,

The body relaxes.

My heart drops to my stomach,

My frantic movements all around are helpless.

The final breath escapes,

The soul takes its last flight,

Just like the seeds of a dandelion

Floating, moving freely in the air,

Catching and riding the wind;

Higher, higher, higher it will go.

A seed falls and enters the moist, fertile dirt,

It sprouts a handsome dandelion.

The soul enters the Earth as well,

And dissipates into a land of tranquility.

A feeling of peace and relief begins to surge into me;

Even through the staggering pain.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI