Response to the following poems:
The sun goes pale and the moon glows,
Welcoming and saying adios to life, alone,
“Knowledge is not reality”
Becoming a bundle of firewood, questioning sanity,
What will be my contribution to humanity?
Will it blossom or stay seed inside of me?
I can’t pretend a part of me didn’t die when he, was conceived,
“thread of tears” life is perpetually,
In a state of decay and blooming,
We mortals must simply have gratitude for such simple things.