334 – Cempaxochitl

An open door,
An invitation.

Water
For their dry throats.

Strong spirits
To keep them warm.

Salt
To cure their flesh.

Light
To show the way.

Perfumed smoke
Filing the air.

A banquet full
Of tempting smells.

A golden flower altar
Full of memories
And feelings.

No tricks here,
Just tasty treats.

A happy time
To celebrate life
With our dead.