an existence, preordained 

a string- puppet? must i think?

o’ lord, tell me why

like a pebble must i flow 

with this eternal river i go

must i defy the current to sink in the bed,

or flow and flow, for the path is already lead

if so, what must be my humble role

for this world mighty and whole

as i flow and flow through a valley and plains,

though warm sunlight and cold rains,

into oblivion bliss,

into where knowing did cease to exist
-Natalia Awasty