My gravestone

My gravestone
 
I don’t mind being old.
It makes me feel nearer to God,
 
although death may come to anyone at any time.
The door to the afterlife is always open
 
and leads to a roundabout just off the cosmic highway.
I’ll be back!  You could put that on my gravestone
 
but I plan not to have one.
A gravestone is too confining.
 
Not just to one plot but to who I was
and what I am not – an pile of old bones.
 
A gravestone is much too small a tablet
to carry the details of my long, odd life.
 
So put me through the fire, collect
and scatter my ashes anywhere you like. 
 
Everywhere and nowhere is home
and I’ll be back . . .  until I won’t be any more.
 
O child of God, escape the wheel of birth and death
and return to your one and only true conception.