We commit her body to the ground,
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Taking comfort in her bed re-made.
Her energy going out, recycled into the soil,
Into the world, into the universe.
No more separation in flesh, in bone and mind.
And if all water is connected,
Maybe all land is too.
Maybe some day the roots of her will reach out
And find the roots of me,
My body to the ground,
Earth to earth, soul to soul.
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