Everything flows as to an end,
With out the end in sight.
Not aware as to how fate will bend,
Or strange winds will effect the Kite,
Of the psyche, the deluded awareness of man.
Should we just flow or try to execute a plan?
What will we find at journey's end?
Death, decay, the eternal void of night,
Or life, rebirth- as becoming one with the light:
But, I can see both as time we try to bend.
A phenomenal day in a fiery flash,
And a deep night in eternal ash:
As on and on and on we thrash
Through Eden's perpetual grass!
In each beginning of the end.... Decay is winning;
Heralds in the next cycle of birth's beginning;
The sands of Karma oscillate blessing with sinning,
As the phoenix of consciousness keeps spinning!