:: Lose Yourself ::
The Second Death
Birth is an entrance into an exit
For some long and trying
For others still a desolate pit
For they follow their hearts lying
The heart nods to the whims of the mind
Immersed in the contentment of self
Lost in sight the heart soon turns blind
Into the path of misery they delve
All the gifts for which they strive
Nothing comes with absolute certainty
But for that one thing that is certain in life
No preparation is sought inadvertently
Hapless are those who die once
The Truth cloaked within their own breath
Upon Him the heart needs just one glance
For it to seek earnestly the second death
Hamid
16 January 2009
1506H
Birth is an entrance into an exit
For some long and trying
For others still a desolate pit
For they follow their hearts lying
The heart nods to the whims of the mind
Immersed in the contentment of self
Lost in sight the heart soon turns blind
Into the path of misery they delve
All the gifts for which they strive
Nothing comes with absolute certainty
But for that one thing that is certain in life
No preparation is sought inadvertently
Hapless are those who die once
The Truth cloaked within their own breath
Upon Him the heart needs just one glance
For it to seek earnestly the second death
Hamid
16 January 2009
1506H
