When I die,
give my body to those who need it.
Let them take my eyes,
my skin,
my liver,
my heart,
my bones,
Let them have everything.
Put flowers on my tombstone,
say your prayers,
weep your tears —
but please, do not mourn me.
Do not mourn the empty space
 that surrounds where I was,
Because life will will not end,
when I die.
The world will continue spinning,
Even after when my heart stops beating,
Or my body gives out,
Whether I am buried,burned
Or scattered in the most beautiful corners of the world,
The world will continue its course,
And as will I.
If you are a believer of heaven perhaps that is where I will be,
Clean and pure
Surrounded by others who have repented as well
Or maybe-
I begin again,
I take another breath in another life,
Returning to earth once again.
So, yes, when you die,
Something ends,
But what begins?
Imagine the little girl who gets your eyes,
or the older gentleman who gets your heart
What is a body,
If not just flesh and bones to give?
Is that the basis of human nature?
To give,
what we no longer need.