What’s with the question of mortality that puts a price on the living?
What’s with the talk of tomorrow when I can barely see the now?
The much priced eternity is only a concept for fools
Who have lost the taste of the present ‘joie de vivre’
For without this taste
This intense yearning and giving
Eternity is not formed!
Like a seed craving germination without the soil . . .
Eternity from the future will remain unformed
Until we have mated the now
Thus planting the seed we shall name – ‘Tomorrow’