Afterlife
Will I be there
After I turn in to ash or dust?
And enter in to new utterance
Far more subtle and subdued
Cosmic rhythm never stops
Notes and beats change
One is never “no more”
Consciousness is eternal
Changing shapes and forms
Content continues forever
As matter, space or time
And me
Diversity is the order
Not the end
Soul and reincarnation
Are man made depictions
Rooted in mortal desires
And greed for form
Nature is without exit door
I cannot escape continuity
What remains is always me
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