The Flowers Before I’m Gone
My friend Svadesh wrote this poem in response to his recent heart attack and the resultant outpouring of love and protest from his friends. I must say, we’re awfully glad his mortal conglomeration decided to stay conglomerate for a while longer. As conglomerations go, ’tis one of the very finest.
I didnâ€™t know before it happened
You brought the flower to my door
My funeral had begun
The voices intoning their concernâ€”
On the gurney you donâ€™t know
Your fate, the part of breath youâ€™ll be next hour
The mechanical magician working on my form
While I watch the rivers and brooks of my heart
Back into this body once again
Feeling the life
The way I like it.
Your emotions and thoughts trekking through unseen space
Touch me tenderly with that feeling we all know so well
And forget and remember â€¦ again and again.
Thank you dear friends
No wake for this mortal conglomeration now
The funeral has been delayed so further experience
I may gather on the soulâ€™s path into the great unknown.