we were like aztec royal's both adored and feared, with our bronze skin and purple feather collars, adorned in the sun gods blaze tattooed across our chests, at midnight, at sunrise, at sunset, the cosmic clocks, the great one appeased by our dancing.
they sacrificed many, many people delivered fresh blood, many bodies fell from the pyramid of our divine ones, the gods were pleased with us, bestowing favourable crops, favourable fortune, favourable children, we were rich in many ways. 
the beautiful jungle with it's treasures opened up for us, it shared its bounty, we drank its medicine, rich and quenching, we saw many things in visions and dreams. 
i became the jaguar god, i mated with the goddess, i danced the circle of fire, i ate vine flesh and drank it's blood. 
we gave it back, we returned everything to where it came. our cities are dust, our people dust, our memories dust, once we were mighty, now we are only dust.
this is the way of all, ashes or dust, some are born to shine, some are born to diminish, but all of us return.
when i died my first death i was unafraid, after the second i began to fear, and later as i incarnated i feared death so much it consumed my life, now the process is reversed and i don't fear, there is only the moment of becoming, what is born. 
give birth to something, nurture it until it is ready and let it go.