Which way does the sun go?

We harvest the sunrays and forget about the past

We move on and on and on into the next moment

We let our bodies rest, eat, defecate

One day we see that sand is Miraculous

One day we see that there is

Nothing

That is not Amazing

The cats rest by our feet and face

The sunrays kiss our cheeks and burn our arms

One day we become sick and become afraid that there is

Nothing

That will not end it death

Our bodies ache, break, die

We let our minds soar, dive, and sleep

The dishes sit in the sink and stay dirty