all we have are flowers <br />and water and earth and fire <br />when we die; <br />and all our certainties <br />and revelations and beliefs and theories <br />are but hopes, wishes, desires <br />suppositions repeated and possibilities… <br /> <br /> <br />and all our lives we do not see what is before us <br />what presents itself <br />but choose to color everything <br />with our received formulations <br />with our conditioning <br />our conceptions and systems <br />with an approach to life, <br />so that we are dead even alive<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-even-when-alive/
