Wednesday, August 13, 2014

What is left after the pyre

I ask why, why try
To change the world?
When time passes
And I stand still?
Everything that lives
Will some day die
Everything in me
That is good
Will flee with my ashes
Light the fire
Cast my ashes upon the wind
Rise to the sky
Place my body upon a pyre
Choose the truth, not the lie
Face the reality
That we are impermanent
Our flesh will not transcend
The moment
Only your soul
Will fly
From this place