There are no thoughts when feelings are asleep –
you’re musing –
when feelings are asleep no thoughts spring up
There is no life without some shrouding,
there is no death without the unveiling
of a world slumbering within your mind

Your life is like a sculpture which
lies dormant in the block of marble
trustfully waiting for the Sculptor
to lead it through the passage from existence
to non-existence

or, is it the reverse?....