Rebirth

Death is not destruction.
The wheel of life turns endlessly.
From smoke comes fire, from fire comes ash,
From ash springs life again.
 
Breath is born anew.
The fall of a tree is death,
The sprout of a seed is life.
Momentary sorrow, eternal peace.
The eternal rhythm of time.
 
The soul is neither born nor dies.
It flows through the ages.
Like a river to the ocean,
Life and soul journey toward liberation.
 
Rebirth again, death again.
The body fades, the soul endures.
Creation is infinite, the journey eternal.
I am life, death is illusion