04-24-2022, 08:55 AM
April 16
It seemed like the least I could do,
promise a vita nuova
after the crimes of this life,
a new life designed by the universe
to carry us beyond the black gates
of non-existence.
But there is no place to go;
sentience fades and we dissolve
back into the ground that fed us
or reduced to ashes, a heap of calcium,
scattered like dust, soon enough,
we are imperceptible. No Karma,
no kindness, no magic carpet through the Bardo,
brings us back from the dead.
We join the forgotten billions,
add weight to the world of the living
in remembrance but not resurrection.
It seemed like the least I could do,
promise a vita nuova
after the crimes of this life,
a new life designed by the universe
to carry us beyond the black gates
of non-existence.
But there is no place to go;
sentience fades and we dissolve
back into the ground that fed us
or reduced to ashes, a heap of calcium,
scattered like dust, soon enough,
we are imperceptible. No Karma,
no kindness, no magic carpet through the Bardo,
brings us back from the dead.
We join the forgotten billions,
add weight to the world of the living
in remembrance but not resurrection.