there is music to help plants grow
crystals for your aura
scents for your maladies
and smokes for your demons.
i hope to be a radiating light
for the ghosts and creatures that inhabit
this One-and-Only realm.
i wish to give so much
and take so little
that when i die, all that remains
of my life and times
is a headstone and my children.
i desire only to return to the soil
to feed the planet that created me
and to return to our plane of subjective existence.
the blurry home that is where i was
before i was.
i wish only to go in peace
to have stretched my roots long and far
to become a piece of the forest floor
and to feel the sun on my leaves
along with every soul residing in this