The Time Has No End Poem by Przemyslaw Musialowski

When your time is complete,
the only thing you can take
from this illusory earth
is your deep self,
your deepest essence.

Make sure to shape yourself
with the utmost care,
as if you were making
the most beautiful vase.

And even if Death shatters
the vase you made
during your lifetime,
you'll be able
to weave your deep self
again with ease.

What you have molded
with difficulty
in this life
will always shape
your next existences
and their course.

The time has no end.