The Divine Drama
Our times here of triumph and tragedy,
fulfills the karma of all of our lives.
From the children born who soon rule the world,
to labors of love of their father's wives.
The reality that the old man's son,
must oversee his eventual death.
In the making of a legal record,
that makes sure to count his every breath.
The hardships of life are seen in the face,
the hollow cheeks and the lines like rivers.
Bring to bear the pain of our broken hearts,
and the respite that a death delivers.
To roam the silence of a righteous place,
and haunt the mansions of the higher kind.
To lie upon the lessons of the past,
and the beds of gold we are bound to find!
date:10/25/22
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