The Urn

the urn

Scatter me

you said

to the Four Winds

that I might fly

at last

deepest wish

and strongest fear

you said

that I may mingle

in laughter, tears

words of truth

and foolishness

you said

that I might visit

close and far

wide and near

simultaneously

with different particles

of my Self

you said

that in Death

I be what I was in Life

a lingering Flame

at once important

and

 insignificant