I used to live a life in pain,
And now alive, a death in vain.
The One to know my strife’s a waste;
The One to see this intricate place
Holds no barriers, for those like I:
The Children of the Ones who die.
Who die, yet return, for those who live;
Who could receive All, but still wish to give.

But to give what?
What have I, We, They, Those, Their … Any agreed to give?

Everything and Nothing.

All there is, is all there is to give.
So I stand now offering All to share.
To those who do not want from me,
Do not want from Anybody.
I will teach.
I will learn.
I will yet get to take my turn,
When ego flies and ambitions burn,
When all else realises that I am dead,
Then shall they reach inside my head,
To finally gain what I offer still:
The depths of my soul and the lengths of my will.