Homage to Lew Welch
My time has come…came.
When today`s dawn illumes
Within the purifying aroma
Of juniper and sage
Infused with the song
Of wooden flutes
Accompanying chanted prayers
Filled with eulogistic psalm
From ancient voices,
Carry me to the mountain top
To become repast for turkey buzzards—
Nature`s sky dancers—
An act of generosity and reciprocity
Reabsorbed into life`s circle,
As I return to Nature
Becoming one with
What was—is—and will be.
My temporal legacy already written,
Essence ascending, now unencumbered,
Reunites with the sacred realm.
