POEM_: Death?

Death?

Dogmas die.

Why worry

that mine will too?

Just like myself.

No form survives

forever.

And with forms, go

their ideas.

With me

or shortly thereafter

my doctrines

will be reduced

to historical curiosities.

Or less.

Why desire

a mirage?

Why ask for

a security

that is unachievable?

I must stop

pandering to my fear.

Look, I must,

change in the eye.

Accept, I must,

my transformation

into forms unimaginable.

Realize, I must,

the Unity of Becoming.

-

owais

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