useful

I'm often concerned with what occurs in the physical world after I die. Part of me despises waste, and I feel that my experiences can be helpful to others. Then again, each observer is closest to his/her own experience. It is my own feeling that desires my output to flow outward and be useful to others.

As all feelings, it is unnecessary to bring to fruition.
Even if it feels delicious to do so.
Feelings dissolve after death, I imagine.
So let things be.

For my own lightness, I intend to release what I keep.

Belongings, to those who ask and seek.
Experience, to the world.
Let myself
float