Nothing Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Shakespeare's bones did not feel his future fame.
He didnt want them disturbed, right?
What counts is the present

It it is last infirmity of noble mind,
It should be a shame on them!
I mean on those same minds, mathlabi.

Look at our Seers and writers of Upanishads:
Names not known, not inscribed anywhere;
For them, life was only in the flesh and bones,
Future was never a concern: and, look now!

Peace of mind is in the now, it is not in future:
Even success: Nirvana, Shunyata, Everything.