This space is the place
Where I feel the most love
The heart, radiant
The eyes, dreamclouded
The ears, touching the sound
The body, abuzz
The doings of the world tomorrow
Are of no consequence
Will pass and have no memory
So-very important trivialities
For such vain pursuits
Our bodies and our senses
Our prayers and hopes and dreams
That sparkle like fireworks
And shine with thousand-sun brilliance
Our names and our reputations
Our striving and our legacies
The passions and the flesh, while it endures
The length, the depth, the warmth
The ocean of collective understanding
These are the true riches and wealth
Burn the rest, melt it down
For all it’s perceived importance,
It comes to nothing.