Written in one of my sombre moods when contemplating life. Honestly there isn’t much to add to what spiritualists and great texts of wisdom handed down to us over the ages have conveyed that in life, the ultimate truth is death.
Birth
Here we cry
Exiting the womb
To herald our
arrival
As the world’s
new guest
Clasped in
maternal warmth
Embraced in tight
grasps of love
Unblemished life,
waiting to be blotted
Life
Here we try
To make a mark
Treading the
measure
On thin borders
of morality
To carve a
purpose for existence
Finally, making
peace with ultimate fate
That in the game
of life, death is the winner
Death
Here we lie
Taking retirement
From a job held too
long
The ultimate
freedom beckons
As we unite with
the ineffable truth
Our body is
pulverized into sombre ashes
The soul transcends into an ethereal oblivion
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