A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. No matter the accomplishments. No matter the tragedies. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Regardless the influence, whether for good or bad. Disturbed earth and a headstone is the physical evidence of existence that remain.
There is sorrow in this reflection of life. The sorrow that this is the ultimate payout of however a life is spent. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. An awareness that the Milky-way galaxy never knew you inhabited it. That the Stars will never morn your loss. Like something that was and wasn’t there in an instant. A headstone and disturbed earth on the planet Earth, is all that validates that you existed.
And there is an appreciation for this. That for a brief moment you were the Solar System. You were the Milky-way galaxy. You were the Universe. You were all the Stars combined. That you are the product of the planet Earth in a distinct form. There is no sorrow in that. That is the process of the planet Earth displaying itself for the rest of the Universe to sense.
A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Animation become still. Thoughts and desires become void. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow are no more. Grass may grow from the disturbed earth. The headstone may sink or tilt as the soil settles. Site visits become longer in intervals and then cease. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Quite and stillness replace sound and motion.
There is no sadness in this because that is the process of nature. The process of nature regenerating and redefining itself. The process that enables life, however brief, in cosmic terms, to exist. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. Light, darkness, Sunshine, wind, and rain. Tears form and are wiped away. Memories by others remain and then are gone as the natural processes move on.
A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left. A headstone and disturbed earth is all that’s left.
