I sent my little flowers
On a journey
To the universe
This small life will end and
What form my bones may take I’ll
Leave to wind and worm; to
What form my soul will return to,
I ask only that its heart beat to the frequency of love
With eyes open to the beauty of the now and these
Little flowers that I allowed to roam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like of your wandering little flowers They can are tiny yet ready to conquer.