Tiny Souls
Maybe we carry about
a collection
of tiny souls
riding together in one complete body
released at death in a puff of creatures
gripping, letting go,
seeking the next
conflagration of birth.
My raison d'être:
to host
and nourish them
keep them whole and pure
and disperse them
with a final whispered kiss.
Maybe we carry about
a collection
of tiny souls
riding together in one complete body
released at death in a puff of creatures
gripping, letting go,
seeking the next
conflagration of birth.
My raison d'être:
to host
and nourish them
keep them whole and pure
and disperse them
with a final whispered kiss.