Someone is born
Someone grows taller reaching for the sun
Someone bears fruit
Someone dies young
Someone grows to a wicked old age and shrivels up in folds of skin
Living together upon the face of a raging blue ball hurtling through space
Beauty that we are!
Torn apart by a non-existent hate of self
Hate that has developed and exists only in the mind
And the mind doesn’t really exist at all
Only love does
Conquer the mind
Where the demons rage war
Master craftsperson, creator, mystic, jewel, sage, Christ Almighty!