When I am done here,
I want to go where I am kneaded the most.
Let my energy flow through the river and into the sea.
Let my energy flow into the wind and through the breeze.
Let my energy flow up to the sun to warm and delight.
Do not mourn me,
I will be where I am kneaded the most.
2 comments:
Sweet & pure of heart like you.
Mary, thank you! :)
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