THE ASHES OF TIME

The urn that had been placed on the passenger seat of the car had miraculously remained intact as it was ejected from the crushed vehicle and thrown into a rocky raven, far from the EMTs that responded to the scene. I was trapped inside, locked within the walls of an unbreakable container, unable to escape the walls of fear and despair of my confinement; unable to escape phantoms of my past lives. My obituary read, “when he leaves life behind may he become the wind.”

The wind would carry my ashes through skies of freedom that blow over land and sea, traveling to lands that are both known and unknown to the minds of man. Perhaps those ashes would have landed on the wings of an eagle and I would spend my rebirth as a wanderlust. As a time traveler, I would be resurrected again and again on the whispers of the breezes, and seeds of repeated conceptions would take flight and be beholden only to the winds of time.

How can I uncover past incarnations or be reborn again if I am encased in this portable tomb that is hidden from sunlight and breezes and the songs of birds? My spirit will never experience the liberation of constraints or forces that constrain the physical presence of the human body and spirit on earth.

Oh, Aeolus, God of the winds, listen to my pleas and liberate me from this tomb of imprisonment. End my journey through this world and use your mighty powers to shatter this earthly vessel and disperse my cremated remains to the ashes of time.