A poem inspired by the Tibetan book of the death:
Death is a Piece of Cake
Clinging to the form like the raindrop to the sphere
In that way we humans resist to disappear.
Once and once again like a shooting star we race
only to tumble down like a droplet in the rain.
Why so eagerly we return to the suffering and pain?
Is the illusion of the form that makes all too soon forget.
So remember? the next time, don?t seek the shape
accept the light and merge and death will be a piece o cake.