Last Requests

When I die, don't bury me.
Prop me against my favorite tree.
Leave me to give back what I have taken from the earth.
I only ask that I have my medicine bag and a braid of sweet grass left burning.

When I die, don't bury me.
Let my body feed the hungry animals and feed the soil I thrived from.
A single shed tear won't bring me back. Instead have a celebration in knowing I lived and completed what I needed to.

In the last moments I will have no regrets, for I know my spirit will soon soar with my brothers. I will finally be able to know how it feels to glide on the thermals with my friends the eagles.

I will be with you, in the silent whispers of the wind through the pines and oaks. I will be in the soil you walk on, the air you breathe, and the food that sustains your being. I will be with you more in death than I could have been in life.

When I die, don't bury me.
Prop me up against my favorite tree.
You know the one, the sweet smelling oak that never seems to leave the sun's rays or be cast in shadow.

(Still a work in progress)