"Background of what you have done"

how do you live
when you know
suffering incessant
of souls forgetting to chant or play
or pray locked away
from that voice inside
that would save them
from spells of bad day after bad day

how do you die
knowing creation so aching
vibrant, stunning
how do you die
comfortable with your mortality
putting to rest
your mortal coil
returning to the original soil
a setting sun against the background
of what you have done
what have you done?
to deserve the peace of death
the here after
a cosmic cradle
where you rock gently
back to the source

how do you live, how do you die
how do you cry
knowing you could smile
into the abyss
surrounding this.

surrounding existence

how do you die
heartbeat racing
pulse pounding
breath taken?