Zen Sonnet #3
2024-04-20
Creado por Hearthrose con Udio AI
Lyrics
Thirty-seven times a second you die Forever to the person you just were, And so when you tongue the taste of the lie That this collection of deaths is a blur Called "life" you sink your teeth in this spoiled fruit And suspend yourself on its saccharine Flavor. In your silent clinging a flute Blows an invitation: reject this dream [chorus] And open your mouth. Die thirty-seven Times, and after each death reawaken To a new-colored world, the real heaven; Then approach the final call unshaken. Moment by moment you are born anew. You think that you cannot change, but you do.
