An unknown scribe composes -
The epistle of our life,
Upon the virgin manuscript of our destiny;
Slips our soul into the envelope of our body
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We are like migratory birds
Who have come upon this earth
From some unknown habitat
For ages and ages
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I saw myself in a large monastery,
In semi-darkness,
Illuminated with large oil lamps;
Monks in saffron robes chanted prayers
...
I saw a Buddhist monk -
A tender boy in saffron robes,
Hung upside down from a long rope;
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When they laid your corpse
Upon the wet ground
And asked me to sprinkle earth upon you
How strangely confusing it felt,
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As I struggled through my emptiness,
I consoled my child:
“We have no daddy, baby,
We have only mummy;
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How loved ones hurt -
When they avoid you;
When they ignore you;
When they defy you;
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One day
I spread out my white satin veil
With both my arms
And stood beneath the nightsky
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