You are the glow
who has set on fire,
the thread
running through this frame
The glow in this candle
of radiance and joy
is not coz its feasting on darkness
but because its burning itself out
This combustion is the tapasya
of this frame
As it rises as smoke
and dissolves in the void.
Some transformations
are the end of form
Some beginnings
are the end of endings.
Some lives are lived to live
Some lives are lived to die
Few, just to turn alive
Oh Life, How Long!
