Than fire?

Maybe that’s the reason people in India set their relatives on fire.

On a pyre by the river…so as to get their smoke reach the stars…travel

freely of sin and lust to the heart of God. And be finally at peace with

themselves. Maybe that’s he reason there are endless stars in the sky.

Every one being a stone. A grave. An eternal safe womb. Free of

worries. In a eternal pleasant climate. Hearing the music of a

pentagram made of a thousand notes. As the breaking of the waves in

the beach by your feet. Maybe that’s the reason we cremate our loved

ones. Trying to get them up as high as the incense we burn.

May the stars bless them.

Ernesto Onofre