It is scary to die for the first time
On the fifth it becomes routine
Strip yourself from a fleshy and bony part
And release the spirit within
The Gotcha moment will come and pass
Don't fret, don't fight, and don’t tense
Samurai knew that in white new cloth
One shall act Hara-kiri dance
If your mind's unprepared
Or even confused
The notion of dying
You always refuse
Your earthly possessions become nil
The instant you die
It's hard for rich to accept the loss
Even when they try
Your body no longer remains
The target of your desire
Whatever you thought important before
Will burn like trash in a fire
Feeling of dying is genuine
It always breaks the bonds of time
After few successful deaths
You will conquer the bonds of space
When the time finally has stopped running
You really mastered the art of dying
You will then get to this conclusion:
All is Maya, all is illusion
(03-11-09)
