That death may liberate me
into the brief eternity.
When spiritually inclined,
I’ll fade
And, fundamentally, then
I’m dead:
And all my life before will cease,
and nothing more will exist to me.
At least this, and nothing more.
Nothing else it is I’m looking for.
The rotten truth
the freedom set,
my bones to ashes
will be met,
and cycle, circles,
nowt profound…
Just life itself
in the round and round.
Earth to self and sun
and stars.
What suffering now
Will, no one cares:
But, alas this lesson
yet to learn
for those who hope
in others yearn.
A life once got
ever anon.
A moment spent
too soon is gone.
But maybe memory is all.
In cellular derived
and growth
so up again from
ashes drawn.
Up again to
life once more!
©TheHairyTeacher2013