The Ladybug and the Sparrow

©2018-06-04, Olan L. Smith

Life is a noble blend of randomness.

What is death, a haphazard lack, an undoing?

Thought is all we have to know this merger

Of accidents, and vague secrets in dark oceans.

Prior self knows nothing of existence,

No memory of what comes that is death;

A passing between alive and dead, and

Present and gone. Demise is less than sleep,

A trillion accidents cause awareness

Always until the end of fates. We will not die,

A trillion gods will endure everything for life,

Just to allow random mergers to create us.

No, the ladybug says to the sparrow, you'll never

Stop me from being, and I won't hinder you.