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The Great Matter
When the one who wrote this is gone, shall our species have gotten much further along?
We are each a brief candle, which no recounting can rekindle
Within austere walls of Zendo (meditation halls), one question above all:
What means the Great Matter of life and death for those caught in the middle?
Who has ears for the Bards of yesteryear other than any Poets now here?
Why such aversion to departure when presence itself can be torture?
Where does a soul dream if its body leaves behind mundane stream?
Will we receive otherworldly consolation or face eternal damnation?
Were scriptures reliable then perhaps planning would be viable
Without that however, each of us takes a lonesome dive into forever . . .
1 Bold Response
Oh, yeah! That one was excellent. It's now #1 on the choices to ask you for a reprint next April.
You'll probably hate the comparison, but it reminded me of Kipling (see Recessional, eg).
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