The fortunate fish escaped from the net
Knows what it is like to go to heaven.
Is life the net? Is that what Buddha meant?
Are the holes in the hands the nails nail in
Not only bleeding, but open, the wound
The way out? No one answers the question
What is it like to be dead? Very soon
Those we love are and we do follow them
Going where love goes though it be the end.
In Iraq they say militants kidnapped
Three Japanese humanitarians
And plan to set them on fire. More yet
Yes much more suffering. Will it ever
Stop? The wise may stop, but the world never.
(drawings by Akram)