There is no passion to be found in playing small – in settling for a life that is less then the one you are capable of living.
like an assassin, will you creep up on me in stealth? when my lungs have run out of breath. Oh death! Oh death! when the black wires on my head have turned to grey and my bones have not the strength to face the day. will you come and sweep me off my feet, like a broom? into the glad gloom of an everlasting doom. or will you simply strike me down like the lightning? even before my adult years reach an ending.
Oh death! Oh death! i know the vas of my body will decay with time. but please let it not be today.
Oh death! Oh death! whatever shall happen to my mind? when my warm and pulsing body it fails to find. will it wander around, a lost child in distress? looking for the guidance of one who’s a compass to point north in the direction of salvation. or will it find a homey accommodation? within the grand walls of the universal mind that controls everything from the blowing wind to the growing greenery that sprouts from the earth. do not let my mind wander around. Oh death! Oh death!
when my psyche has reunited with the universal mind and the vessel of my body is in the ground. will the human essence of my being remain whole? Oh death! Oh death! will the cradle of my life, my soul be born again into another lifetime? or will it too, suffer the effects of an eternal death?
If you light a lamp for someone, that same lamp lights your path.
There are times, when I’m wide awake in a state of sleep. Times when in the midst of a bad dream, I can see deep- Into the soul of a world so sad it cannot tell, The haven of heaven, apart from the ruin of hell.
Then there are times, when I’m asleep in a wakeful state, So that I must be dreaming with my eyes open wide, To see the vision of a knight riding on a mare- On a quest to quench the thirst, of that us did try to scare.
Your life is ebbing away But do not worry Or feel sorry for the glory That tells a story of lost history.
Your life is leaving you But do not leave yourself exposed To the belief that you are relieved Of living.
You! That have been living For as long as I can remember
When Decembers have come and gone And the embers, of the fires in our chambers Have become members of the guild That assassinates our will to live.
Slowly but surely Your life is ebbing away Because transience has been clawing his way Into the paws of canines That bark to spark our lives alight.
You are dying. But do not worry. For I am dying too.
From the moment we vacated our mother's wombs We have been on a path to our tombs And whilst our inevitable doom Looms before us like Table Mountain We may find ourselves dining on memories Of tomorrows glory.