Today I attended the virtual celebration of life
of a loved one who passed away.
Here yesterday, gone today.
Friends and family gathered,
shared pictures; what a heartwarming story!
Recited for a few days and then forgotten.
Then people drive their fancy cars
and rush about in the city,
enamoured by tall buildings and the feel of dollar bills.
Every second a body fades away,
laid to the ground with crying people around,
then tomorrow they wear makeup,
and hear rock music as if nothing happened.
How ephemeral is this transient existence,
then why all this huffing and puffing?
Why all this strife?
We are like a flower, blooms for a while and then withers,
yet destroys and quarrels while it is alive,
what a sorry affair!
The Holy Books say humans are like vicegerents of God on earth,
but do they live that at all?
Wars in Iraq
9/11 bombings
Terrorist attacks in London
Gun violence
Homicide
Politics in offices,
why and what for?
It may be Karma you may argue,
but why bring bad karma upon yourself?
To me it does not make sense.
“What a sorry tribe!” the angels must wonder,
or those in higher dimensions.
“We are like butterflies” says Carl Sagan
“flutter for a day, but think it is forever.”
Wish all would realize.
We are on probation here on earth,
just 100 years or even less,
not 13 billion years like the Milky Way.
We are just a flower that will wither away, while the soul moves on,
so, rest your heart in peace here on this earth, in the here and now.