dance by my grave
dance with no shame
dance with no worry
rejoice by my grave for I am in joy
I am in peace
I am in light
I am light
just like you are
and I am by your side, I will always be
I am everywhere
I am there
and I am here
so by my grave
may there be lots of flowers and abundance of dancing
so by my grave let’s celebrate!!!
– I have also a flower.
– We do not record flowers.
– Why is that? The flower is the most beautiful thing on my planet!
– Because they are ephemeral.
(The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupéry)
there will be lots of flowers and abundance of dancing
Everywhere (t)here is lots of flowers and abundance of dancing. Flowers and dancing so ephemeral. So ungraspable, impermanent, fleeting. Is it? It is what is. Flowers smell and one can touch them. One can taste them before they disappear. Dance can be danced. Dance is what is happening. Dance is being danced. Can flowers be danced?
THERE WILL BE LOTS OF FLOWERS AND ABUNDANCE OF DANCING BY MY GRAVE
Euphoria breathes. Elation sounds. Enchanted dancing attracts with its innocent madness. Pure joy. Infinite life. Celebration.
Dance! Dance! Dance, dance with me! Dance with me by my grave.