When flames
return a body to ash,
and all the hurt
and all the triumph
rise together
into the same thin air
nothing remains
but memories,
held gently
in the hearts
of those who loved.
For the river that leaves
the mountain
is the same river
that joins the sea.
Life flows,
death receives,
and the soul moves
between them
a traveller
finally remembering
his true home.”
✍️ “We begin returning the moment we arrive gathering memories, wounds, and joys until the journey quietly completes itself. What we call an end is often just remembrance finding its way home.