Of the eternal
The Gita says, what is born must die.
And as the bodies pile up,
our noses continually rubbed in the dust,
we begin to tremble before such a truth.
Yet, we are made also of the eternal
and therein a subtle assurance lies -
what is born must die -
the temporal self, born of ignorance,
vainly asserting its sovereignty
through numberless lifetimes and deaths -
by the same stark truth
must someday die ... eternally
while the God part of us,
the part never born ...
can never die.
Can never die.
O child of God, take note of death
only as a harbinger of life eternal.