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when breath stops
and all cares fade,
slipping away like water;
when eyes close
never to see a sunrise
or a night fall again;
when a heartbeat stills
nevermore to hurt
or rejoice, we change–
moving out of this world
and on into another.

and this I know,
having felt the struggle
of one life’s passing
let go, released–
bound no longer
to its troubled plane
by earthly feet,
and become instead
a loving presence,
filling full the air,
seeking out the light.

this body we wear
is only a shell,
and upon our deaths,
cracks wide open,
eager for the soul
to at last be set free,
to fly up and out,
showing itself ever
only a tender cocoon,
readying us for the life
yet to come.

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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.

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