From
the dust I came and off to ashes I go, crying in between for people
and things that I call mine.
Mine
is an illusion and I know it all; yet – I crib and cry over the
lost, I fight and whine for people who are gone!
What
is “ME” and what is “MINE”? A day will soon come when I lie
in unison with the soil that I came from.
Off
I go to the master with what? A saga of pain and ego or a life of
love and forgiveness, does it really matter to him what I go with?
Nothing
in the world lasts for long, no one lives forever, we are here only
for a certain time, exchange your ego with the fruits of joy and
forgiveness, sell your pride to buy humility.
If
this is all what is it then, I give up “NOW” on everything that
“HAS: happened in the PAST and something that “MAY” happen in
the FUTURE.
Busy
I am buying the tastiest fruits NOW before I know its too late
tomorrow.
