I Will Not Put on the Expensive Suits

Nor Live in that Stay Built with Silence & Cold from the Stone Bricks

Nor Would I Want to Rouse My Friends, or Relatives, No Need for the Ceremonials

No Shrine, No Sadness Nor Sorrows

the photo of the man who wrote this passage, from UDN.com…

Just Spared My Ashes Across the Deserted Mountains

Someplace Quiet

I Will be Taking in the Spirits of the Mountains & the Creeks

And be Nourished by the Tree’s Pythoncidere

Soaking Up, in the Scented Mud

Hearing the Birds’ Songs

Quietly, I’d, Left

I Don’t Know Where I’m Headed

the Underground Hell

or the Heavens, High in the Skies

if Karma Exists in that World

Unknowingly

I will, Keep on Blessing You all with Bliss and Good Health

And this, is how this elderly person wants to leave the world, to keep on blessing the ones he’d cared about and loved dear, to be one with the natural world, to return to dust, and this, is how death should be, everything is returned, to the very beginnings, ashes to ashes, and dust, to dust.