Wrapping up my Life
I wish that I could wrap up my life. Fold it into white tissue paper bound with a teal blue bow. I wish that I could place the wrapping up of my life where the sun is not too hot nor the wind too chill. Where the rain is ever soft and never has a sharp biting tongue. Where I place the wrapping up of my life there will forever be music, that sings like the gentlest wind, with wisdom left in its constant wake. I wish that I will not forget the essentials, ensuring that when I wrap up my life into white tissue paper bound with a teal blue bow, that it will be me, stripped bare and light as feather down, so that I can move, swiftly from place to place until I find my rightful destination.
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Keiko Amano says:
Mares, Yes, I want to wrap
Mares,
Yes, I want to wrap my life and become a feather, too, at the place neither air condition unit nor heater are needed and with gentle people around. After WWII, a poem called “I want to be a seashell” was a hit here. Tissues and a teal ribbon sound comfortable and light, and their material must be biodegradable like seashells.
Mary Wilkinson says:
Ah Keiko, yes, and kelp and
Ah Keiko, yes, and kelp and smooth pebbles and lichen & a seashore ironed free of wrinkles by the swish of the sea. Mares
jitu rajgor says:
If you ever find this place
If you ever find this place Mary,let us know, for many of us would want to be there with you.
Mary Wilkinson says:
Dear Jitu, your words are a
Dear Jitu, your words are a gift that I place 'neath the Sumac Tree - where they will rest softly free from harms way.
Heather Koelle says:
the place
sounds like a wonderful place.If you find it,let me know.I am still wandering in the land of OZ.
Mary Wilkinson says:
I will Heather and I hope
I will Heather and I hope those shiny red shoes of yours are comfy!
Rebbecca Hill says:
Beautiful, Mary. I see
Beautiful, Mary. I see luminescence coming off the page, a beautiful angel all in white, moving her body like a ballerina, honoring life—the dance of life, leaving behind her wisdom and herself—a gift.
Mary Wilkinson says:
Simply lovely Rebb. Thank
Simply lovely Rebb. Thank you for those words...m
Mary Wilkinson says:
Simply lovely Rebb. Thank
Simply lovely Rebb. Thank you for those words...m
Lynn Henriksen says:
Heaven.
Heaven.
Mary Wilkinson says:
Hi Lynn, early morning words
Hi Lynn, early morning words are the best, aren't they. I woke up with these words dancing around in my head. I hope you are well. m
Farzana Versey says:
...like clouds with teal
...like clouds with teal blue lining...but, Mary, when you go out to seek the rightful destination, then you will have to emerge from that wrapper for the life you have in there is You. Perhaps you'd like to protect the wisdom in feathers?
~F
Mary Wilkinson says:
True F - maybe I am afraid
True F - maybe I am afraid of the destination, afraid of what I might find there. m