I lie in the cool comfortable soil
With my breath still and quite
I finally get to rest
Forever free from my toil
I can feel the larvae tickle from within
While I become a part of the humus
I have the roots of the acacia consume me
And live and die with the plant kingdom again and again
I am carried by the winds
And adrift in the sea
I am purified by flame
With each adventure returning me to my beginning, and my end
I observe the four seasons as if they were nothing
And I am beyond love, hate, and greed
I am even beyond memory
For I am truly unending
