Yvonne
She blazed so bright those last few days!
A fire will do that sometimes at the end:
shower sparks of radiance
to show the crystal heart, the heat,
that hides in salt of earth, this ash. Ashe.
weaving by Tamara Rasmussen
Her bright kite’s thread is cut—
Our hearts are broken.
She who held our hands
to circle
mountains, sea, and sky
is dead, never alive again,
and we must hold the words
that she has spoken.
Her Yvonne-essence,
ashes, joins the earth,
supporting those who dance.
She knew their worth.
The cut kite flies away! It will not fall!
It joins the Yvonnescent Song of all:
bright hope
bringing a brighter day.
(O light that waxed and waned too soon,
you knew that light and shadow hugged.
Go home to the embrace of OM.)
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Every time we breathe out
we are tasting our death,
saying goodbye to life
with every out-breath,
saying, “Here, I give back this blessing!”
Honor Her Emptiness.
Give thanks to Her Mystery
before each new breath.
And when you feel your chest
open and lift,
you are tasting rebirth.
Savor this gift.
Welcome it deep and slow.
Open your heart and flow.
Cherish Her sweet caress,
with every new breath.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018