THE JOY OF DEATH

Rest assured, my dear friend
Dying is the most delightful experience of life
For this is a narrow moment stretched into a widely open space
A world of soft and thick light coming not from the sun or stars
Where ears have lost their taste or smell
And eyes unable to touch or hear
Only the mind remains ajar
Your consciousness is feathered with the bright idea of light:
Your body is lighter than your soul
Yes, you have neither memories of pasts nor any visions about futures
Except the heavenly light separating and separated by
Your thinly spreading selfhood


SELF STONE

if, as many always believe
there is really an afterlife
if ever you have a choice
you prefer to be reincarnated
into a cold and hard stone
rather than a human again
busy creating meanings
out of meaninglessness
still, small, silent
you would be more
than an unnoticeable observer
of the whole universe
with your fond memories
of a vigorous and grand birth
as the volcano erupts on the island
more comfortably, you know
rain or wind, heat or cold
can only make you shine more

earthquakes can only take you for a walk
and death can never rise against your body
until one day you are picked up
by an urchin or even an unknown god
to skip you on the water of life


GET ME READY, MY DEAR

If on a rainy day
   I happen to become
      Too tired or too lazy
   To rise again
         In my unfinished dream
   Dyed with the morning glow
Please do not bother
   To wake me up, dear
      But do make sure
   To put a bamboo fork
      Tightly in my right hand
Thus getting me ready
For the best yet to come

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