My son is a creative being, always composing songs, poems, stories, and paintings. I like this poem.

When The Body Burns

Oh, the fire of awakening
The waters that make me whole
After the flame has taken
When the body burns to
ashes – all that’s left
is the soul.

The eternal vision arising
The tale of no’time is told
the poets are surmising
When the body burns to
ashes – all that’s left
Is the soul.

Oh, unbearable – white light
On the edge of the blade it glows
And I see with subtle sight
When the body burns to
ashes – all that’s left
is the soul

Bruce Ray, July 2023