Bags

A life into ashes
What remains?
The memories
The possessions
The clothing

Choices of a style
Representing character
Representing attitude
Representing rebellion
Representing adaptation
Representing character

A life into bags
Textiles of a life
Choices of a life
Stuffed into a bag
Today

What do we have left?
The memories!
A life into ashes
A life into bags
Memories

Complications of life

Life is a complication

Death is a complication

Many disasters could happen

Will happen

Have happened.

Death is a complication of life

The dead are extinguished

They accept or deny their death

The grander scheme takes it

No choice

Through pain or lack of knowledge

The end comes no matter what

Complication of bureaucracy

Complication of Moods

Complication of double duty

Complication of clothes

All a complication for the living

Not for the dead! Ha-ha!

The living, however,

Deal with the complication

Complication of choice

Have to choose

Hang on to memory

Pet and caress the abyss in their soul

Or

Realize that that’s the way of life

Ha- ah!

Realize that I’m still alive!

I can still breathe,

I can still smell,

I can still feel,

I can still taste,

I can still see

See that this is a beautiful world

Rejoice in the little desert weed flowers

Rejoice in the springtime bird song

Rejoice that I’m still here.

Because remember,

Sometimes what you do determines your death

In life, there are choices

In death, there is no choice

Who knew that death would be such a complication

Magical Leapness

Change in character

Change in personality

No restraints

No guidance

No governor

When do I stop?

When do I start?

Who am I?

If I was searching, discovering then

Imagine now!

Emotions charged.

Emergence of a new character

A new personality

A new me.

Ring feels heavy

Heavy with reminders

Heavy with death

Heavy with nothingness

Time to go

Time to take off

Leap-day with a friend

Thelma and Louise

Geocaching the geocachers

Then I need to geocache peace of mind

Peace of spirit

Need a ceremony

Comical ceremony of time-worn friction

Tears turn to laughter

Laughter turns to freedom

The ring finally yields to the tugs and pulls

Now there's freedom from this scab

I no longer want to pick

Trust my intuition

Intuition Chakra is wide open

Guiding me.

Intuition says do it with a friend first,

Someone I can be myself.

I climb with a friend

We laugh, we converse, we grieve

Then I find I'm peeved

“Charley, damn you! You caused me so much grief!”

Causes a laugh at the multiple meanings of the statement, the ambiguity.

Life is a ping-pong ball

Bounce around, don't get upset.

Sometimes we hit the ceiling, wall, or floor.

The trick is to keep bouncing.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Keep bouncing.

I bounce into the scheduled, long awaited task

To disperse most of the remaining corporeal cells to the earth, sky, water

To further not pick at the scab

Well-intentioned efforts turn anticlimactic

Expectations beyond product

Whatever,

It's done, it's over.

Keep bouncing

Don't worry.

All say how great it is that I don't vegetate

All say how wonderful I move

How wonderful I keep going

How wonderful I keep traveling

Traveling in this new world of mine

Traveling with my new mind

Traveling with new sight

Traveling with a new me

When do I say start?

When do I say stop?

Emotions run rampant

Bouncing in this new world

With this new sight.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Keep bouncing.

Magical leapness

Changing character

Changing me

Changing world

Changing perception

Trust my intuition

I know when to start

I know when to stop

Emotions run rampant

Don't worry

Don't worry

Keep bouncing

Magical leapness