Something Worth Remembering Poem by Patti Masterman

It doesn't matter whether the world
is mass hallucination
or the creator's only gestalt-
it must be true to itself;
can only be what it is,
just as you can only be what you are.

Why must you complicate
the simplicity of things
beyond life and death, truth or lies?
you are not the prisoner,
and nothing has captured you-
death can not release you.

By the time the world is burning,
You won't feel a thing about it.