I saw myself in a casket
Just face and hands, from the side
Everything else was hidden
Draped in a very bright white
It looked like I was just sleeping
And sleeping I was, indeed
For forty point three billion years
That Brahma - creator, decreed
No present, no past, no future
The world has not yet been born
And sleeping inside my body
Is single kernel of corn.
(03-30-09)
