The Question …
Once I had a question, I asked a friend,
What is my purpose, and what is the end?
What happen to us, when we will die?
Do we turn to ghost ready to fly?
He smiled at me, and nodded his head,
“How stupid you are” he grinned and said.
Don’t you know that, you’ll turn to dust?
All the laws of science are just and must.
If the light is gone, darkness appear,
Why should the darkness causing the fear.
You’re up one day bashful and gay,
Next day you’re dead, sleeping all day.
I looked at my friend, and asked again,
What is the nature of water in rain?
Water in the ocean is plain and cold,
It dies into steam, when heat is bold.
Rises into clouds, like a wingless bird,
Reborn into rain, which I’m sure you’ve heard.
How do you know that when I turned dead,
I might not come back with proof be said?
He looked at me glaring, and told me so,
Foolishness is bliss, how do you know?
I told him to follow, and trust your heart.
Go within yourself, but yet depart.
Further and further into your soul,
Sometime the science is out of control.
I told him the story of moth and flame,
They fly into fire, no one to blame.
They are like a worm, crawling on ground;
They die in cocoon in round and round.
They will be reborn, after they are dead,
They grow wings and legs, flying instead.
I told him about living and life,
Living and dying, always in strife.
The water in rain and moth and weed,
Came from the steam, and worm and seed.
One day I will be, drinking the dew,
Drunken in rainbow and singing adieu.
He started to think about moth and rain,
He looked at me, whistled, walked in vain.
He left me with cautious nodded his head,
Thinking of dying, once he is dead.
I did not see my friend ever again,
I heard he was singing and dancing in rain.
What has Nature to teach us in regards to the Soul?
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016