Death is a curious, mysterious conclusion
here today, gone tomorrow, no lighted path
we pray for enlightenment to see no evil
calling forth the rapturous commencement
never knowing the destination or time of arrival
of our unwavering undying soaring delighted souls
then we speak of past lives, adding more confusion
all those hideous stories that capture the devil's doing's
always escaping the narrowing corridors of the mindful unrest
completing the cycle from sweet infancy to ravages of old age
the more we think on it, the less we know of it, always in circles
let's just hitch upon it's whims, and enjoy most intrinsicly
this mystical magical carpet ride of the celestial bodies of the Divine