the phrase 'ashes of departure.'
why does it often cross my mind these days?
i don't fucking smoke shit into my lungs.
even if i did, i wont smoke in terminals.
i've long decided not to depart in terminal smoke.
some of my friends were cremated when they died.
but i try not to recall how they departed.
even though i've long decided to depart in terminal smoke.
cremation is good for the soul.
what i always recall though, is when
we break camp in the early morning.
before we depart and resume the hike,
we make sure that the camp fire is totally doused.
down to the gray ashes, mixed with wet soil.
uncontrolled wild fire is not good for the soul.
i need to exorcise 'ashes of departure' from my mind.
jumbled reverie in flight is not good.
exorcise exorcise exorcise.
i should replace it with 'marine haircut'
or 'il nono, col moschin.'
is 762 better than 556?
jumbled reverie in flight is sometimes good for the soul.
and tonight it feels excruciatingly good.
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skystorm posted on Sep 26, 2008
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secretlife said on Sep 26, 2008....
it's all ashes in the end anyway- whether by fire or simply by time-fill your mind and your heart with life-while there's life. -
skystorm said on Sep 28, 2008....
you can't imagine how how niggardly, how stubbornly, how single-mindedly, do i hold on to the measly hoard of life that's been my fortune to sustain.
perhaps i was thinking of a long-time friend who, at this moment, may be dead or dying and yet no one knows how or where or why.
life is so precious, so fragile, like a newborn baby i can enfold in one arm.
and the twists of fate, so elusive, so ethereal like a moonbeam on my hand.
it's time to celebrate life, even in the ever-looming shadow of death.
it's always time to celebrate life.
thank you, secretlife.
you give wise advice.
i can only offer you tea and crackers.