Death

If self of man perfection gains Devoid of rest his heart remains: Even in the niche of grave Presence and Absence he must brave.

The Moon and stars shine like a spark, For moments few and then the dark: The rapture caused by egoʹs wine Is as eternal as things divine.

If your ego is ripe and mature, Your life from Death becomes secure: Deathʹs angel may earthly frame contact, But can not harm your soul, in fact.