How can what is
Never not be?
I was born …
I know.
I will die …
I know.
How can something be
What ever always is?
A thousand times
I lived this life.
A thousand times more
It will yet be lived.
Petals whispered from the lips of a flower,
Strewn upon a beaten path,
Gather in this life and the next.
Flower to form,
To form, a flower.