If you are here to read this,

think of those who aren't.

Pray for them: good thoughts for those

who lost their minds, addiction and fears.

Think of their great sacirfice.

We recover on the bones of others.

Wrap your loving thoughts around them:

alone no more.

If you are here and recovering

your original shining true self,

a moment of silence for those driven mad

by the voices and screams of disease--

driven dreams.  We walk from night to day

on a path made of the bones of others.

Hold them tightly in the warm arms of your spirit:

cold no more.

If you are here and attaining freedom,

a thousand bows for those who didn't

reach this shore and drowned in a

sea of despair: suffering no more.

We walk in freedom past cages made

of the bones of others.

They hand us the keys of desperation.

Quench their burning thirst

with the tears of your soul.

Calm their cravings. Still their minds.

Grant them peace in the dark and

lonely places below and above the ground.

Fill the gaping holes left by their deaths

with the immensity of your love.

Remember them as you sleep;

remember them as you wake.

Only a thought is the difference

between you and the bones of others.



thank you, mel ash, for phrasing all this so beautifully...

i've used it for the dead, not only the additicted, and it helps.

helps me to allow myself to love them  anyways....

to remember the beauty and joy they brought to me...

that, it really is short our time together and i vow to keep the present a gift...

i only hope that i really fully loved when we were together...
that i gave my all all my devotion, because
we'll never have it again...