Traffic Of Souls In Space Poem by sookdeo manansingh manansingh

Like internet traffic on the web
the traffic of souls
on earth come and go
as much as there is life in the sea
there is life in the sky
the wisdom of nature
once we are born we all must die

limited by time
the energy of the moon
continues to flow
only when we are awake
we become enlighten to know
the garment of the soul
will cease to exist
when it resides no more
like the waves which travels
in the ocean to embrace
death upon the shore

when a seed begins to germinate
in the soil it feeds in the earth to live
when a seed begins to germinate
in the womb it feeds on the blood we give
as mother nature will not discriminate
she nurtures with her hand
how fortunate we are gifted
with talents we choose
to have the power to command

to compare the value of a drop
in the ocean as same as a
cloud in the sky
the soul is of the same value
to the infinite
before it should die
only through the eye of wisdom
can we see no difference
of souls under the sun
to experience godliness
when we live in truthfulness
we shall see there is none

time and time again
we are transform from one form
to another form of light
we are here upon the battlefield
of the earth to keep awake and fight
when the light of the moon
close its door to remove the self
and leave the grave
there is nothing more that the mind
should grieve for
where the memory is engraved.