That day did come I said goodbye,
And daily since I'd want to cry,
'Cos heaven's not in clouds on high,
And Angels not up in the sky.
The Master said it's all within,
No Karma comes from past lives' sins.
The world we take upon the chin,
And on we struggle thick and thin.
Those that passed on from our sight,,
We wonder if perhaps we might
Meet once more on lofty height
Beyond this world and all its plights.
Illusion, monks tell us, is all around
As beaten gongs that speed their sounds,
Vibrating air and through the ground
To free us from our temple mounds.
One day each one of us must go
And only then we'll surely know
The crops that grew from seed we'd sowed.
And answers to our lifetime's woes.
We live our lives between two walls.
We walk our paths with its pitfalls.
In truth I say, all in all,
What fund I had kicking life's balls.