With this soul
I thought my soul
Helped me fly as spirit
Until I felt my soul
Connected to the soil
Through my heart
Through my longing
And through my holding
Of the branches of a tree
I felt connected to all things
Through the ground
My soul is of this earth
In death
It is in the ground
I want to be buried
No cremation for me
But for now
I choose life I breathe life
I touch everything
With my bare hands
And give back what I can
With this soul
poem by Harriet James
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