Do What You Will

My blood is like the emerald
rivers of the Amazon
flowing home to you.

I am your worrior,
your leader,
your healer
I am here to serve you.

Nothing stands in the way of the one who makes you whole.

When everything else falls away,
when all is finally lost,
when the illusion of control fades
and my body is no more, what remains?

One, time, all, nothing, illusion.

My bones are for you
to take care of along the journey.

I take you with me everywhere I go

to think I am
separate from you for a moment
is the veins running through me gone dry.
Lifeless.

Yet, I am part of the wheel, the nourishment, and this corpse will
feed you
and be the blood in other veins.

You are what I have always known and denied.
You are what gives my senses,
my breath, my right to live.

I am yours.
Do what you will.