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