Poetry
Life is not an open plain
Life is not an open plain
when all is said and done!
Things depend upon the past
- from that all things become:
Choices, paths and journeys
forced, or dreamt, or won
- the only point of choice we have
is in the present breath;
May we wake to that eternity
in joyful conscious death.
Not until then, at last, may we be born
In blissful, enlightened mind
To help all those that here remain
follow the path to their end game.
© Sophie Brown 2003