Creation is destined to end,
If it does not blend,
With the Light of God.
Decay and stagnation,
Are destined for all things,
Save those that become God's
Willingly.
Every day I taste of death,
And return to life again.
Sleep and death are closely related
To one another.
And when I sip from the bigger cup,
I will move on to evolve further,
Thus do I live on, hoping that
God will welcome me lovingly.