As the philosopher says, "death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death" and, as such, the taste of what happens to us then may pass us by, though, as the poet says, because of what happens to us then we come alive as the taste of love in each morsel that nurtures the creation until the end of the time:
Post Humus
Scatter my ashes in my garden so I can be near my loves. Say a few honest words, sing a gentle song, join hands in a circle of flesh. Please tell some stories about me making you laugh. I love to make you laugh.
When I've had time to settle and green gathers into buds, remember I love blossoms bursting in spring. As the season ripens remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden on an August afternoon, pluck a bright red globe, let juice run down your chin and the seeds stick to your cheek.
When I'm dead I want folks to smile and say, "That Patti, she sure is some tomato!"
On Jul 10, 2011 Shariq wrote :
so I can be near my loves.
Say a few honest words,
sing a gentle song,
join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories
about me making you laugh.
I love to make you laugh.
When I've had time to settle
and green gathers into buds,
remember I love blossoms
bursting in spring.
As the season ripens
remember my persistent passion.
And if you come in my garden
on an August afternoon,
pluck a bright red globe,
let juice run down your chin
and the seeds stick to your cheek.
When I'm dead I want folks to smile
and say, "That Patti, she sure is
some tomato!"
Source: Patti Tana,