Oh, my dying body. You have served me with so much beauty –
The joy of the dance… the aliveness and let-go of the adventures in the forests and the rivers…
The creative play…
You carried my beautiful friends in your belly, the children that was born into life through me.
You carried me from birth, childhood – and to the Master, you served me in serving him. It was the purpose of my life and my purpose of being born. My Eternal Gratitude.
Oh, my dying body –
What a life we have lived…
48 years… and we lived more beauty than most people do in a 100 years…
My gratitude to you…
My deep, deep gratitude to you…
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