Boleh Tahan ~ MORTALITY
My
teacher lies there on the floor:
a butterfly, fluttering away
its final moments.
I watch, feeling its life-force
slip away,
unable to help or console.
I am the same as it in my
mortality;
the life-force will leave
me, too.
But I am also different,
in that I can know and understand,
It suffers; I suffer;
who suffers more: it or I?
The butterfly cannot recall
its past,
and knows nothing of the processes
which rule its life,
so just accepts, unquestioningly,
whatever happens to it.
I do not.
I think, I feel, I wonder
why,
and want to know,
and this increases suffering,
yet necessarily, so that,
in facing it, it may be overcome.
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