Mastery Of Life And Death Poem by Nirmal Singh

Life and death were under his thumb
He asked for a spider
I brought him one
Sat and watched him as his abider

He cut it into four pieces
Seperated them from one another
Closed his eyes and sat motionless
The four parts moved towards each other

Having joined together
Away moved the revived spider
It couldn't be hypnosis, what wonder
My scriptual knowledge was way way under

My son
Scriptures, anger, spirits like gin
Would never make you a Dharma King
You have much knowledge of scriptures
Your first hand understanding is out of the picture

Mastery of life and death isn't from lectures
Let your senses develop new culture
When you're studying and learning
Attach not mere words with proud feeling
Dormant fire of passion will go blazing
Good thoughts and deeds it'll be consuming