Sep 25, 2023
“Let death be kinder than man”
When I die, wrap me gently in white cloth and bury me next to a willow tree — return me to the earth and let nature reclaim my body.
To hear the birds faintly sing their sweet songs. To feel flowers grow their roots around me, surrounding me — Simplicity.
Or gently lay me deep in the forest, where flowers can grow from in between my ribcage. Sunlight gracefully embraces my remains.
The earth gives the gentlest “welcome back, old friend” and the bugs are like the people I once knew — serenity at last.
Finally, eternal ataraxia.
