Your children gathered to mourn your passing, and the sun rose and set
just as any other day. But the Bleeding Heart awoke at dawn,
blooming red out of season. Brilliant small flower evoking
sudden travails of a far-flung clan, its message
seemed to me quite clear:
Rejoice! it sang, For even in your darkest hour I am seeking the sun,
drawing from the earth's center the passions of your spirit.
I grieve for the web of your family, weaving on for new generations.
Take solace in my presence, and let your tears nourish
the fecund earth from which I grow.
Circle within circle within circle, our passing ripples
to every atom in the universe. You are missed,
and you are remembered.
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