A Million Deaths

There is nothing to fear
But my self;
There is nothing to loose
But its chains;
/
There’s no power
I haven’t possessed;
There’s no weakness
I haven’t made mine;
/
There’s no bed, where I can
Rest and sleep –
I’ve been a toy of dreams,
Wild and vain,
/
All my life, all my
Million lives;
And a million of deaths,
Which I died,
/
Never taught me
That I couldn’t keep
Anything; that I would
Become rain,
/
Rain,
That’s naught
But the new life
Of clouds

‘Clouds are the past life of rain’
Thich Nhat Hanh, Understanding our Mind