THE LAST POEM
When love is a demon,
Our hearts are on fire,
Satan becomes God,
The Truth is a Liar.
There’s no end to hurt,
Where there remains desire.
Take refuge in our Buddhas,
Find peace instead of ire.
THE LAST LAST POEM
Ask me things that I can never tell,
And you will know that all is well.
I’m not dead, I’m just not alive,
I’ve found heaven in the depths of hell.
I’m at home where I’m most alone,
I’m the hole where a sun once shone.
Seek us in the future and find our past,
We will last forever though time moves on.