Chika the angel in the distant clouds.
Treads slowly along the utopic path.
With eternity's splendour in your grip,
you were awoken by melodious sounds,
played by celestials who guided your trip.
You fled divinity's eternal wrath,
to dwell in realms of laughter infinite.
Those on earth have said a final goodnight,
desiring someday to share in this bliss,
when we like you shall earn the Saviour's kiss.
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As I stand before the gates of death,
And take my final, trembling breath
I'm filled with fear and deep regret
For all the things I left unsaid
I try to find my way to faith,
But no matter how I pray,
I remain an atheist at heart
A heathen creature with no god,
And now, as death draws near,
I am afraid.
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The most asked question of life isn’t about living itself,
But about death.
How were we created?
Where do we go when it is over?
The question isn’t about life,
But the absence of it.
Is death similar to the nothingness before birth?
Something completely different?
Does our conscience change that?
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Winter was the ravaging in the scarified
Ghost garden, a freak of letters crossing down a rare
Path bleak with poplars. Only the yew were a crewel
Of kith at the fieldstone wall, annulled
As a dulcimer cinched in a green velvet sack.
To be damaged is to endanger—taut as the stark
Throats of castrati in their choir, lymphless & fawning
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Live as if you were already dead.
Zen admonition
1. About the Dead Man and Food
The dead man likes chocolate, dark chocolate.
The dead man remembers custard as it was, spumoni as it was, shave
ice as it was.
The dead man talks food with an active tongue, licks his fingers, takes
seconds, but has moved on to salads.
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The most asked question of life isn’t about living itself,
But about death.
How were we created?
Where do we go when it is over?
The question isn’t about life,
But the absence of it.
Is death similar to the nothingness before birth?
Something completely different?
Does our conscience change that?
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If I/you/we are one with everything
Then reincarnation is something that happens to all, altogether
There is no self to reincarnate
There is only samsara
Suffering
The continuance of karma
It is all the same karma
There is no self to reincarnate
And no self to attain nirvana
Only the burning of karma
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Life is so fragile for I live so close to death
and eternity will begin with my final breath.
This mortal body is composed of flesh and bone
but my soul is eternal and exists on its own.
These years of mine are but a wisp of smoke
and will come to an end at midnight's final stroke.
How many breaths will I breath within my lifetime?
How many heartbeats are there in this heart of mine?
......
As I stand before the gates of death,
And take my final, trembling breath
I'm filled with fear and deep regret
For all the things I left unsaid
I try to find my way to faith,
But no matter how I pray,
I remain an atheist at heart
A heathen creature with no god,
And now, as death draws near,
I am afraid.
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The waves of the ocean come and go
After a dark night, the sun will glow
The Law of Cycles operates everywhere on earth
And so, after we die, we come back in a Rebirth
What is the cause of this human birth?
What was the reason we came to earth?
We didn't decide where and when we were born
It was our Karma that sounded the horn
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