We should say to life:

I am too busy to notice you.

I prefer those
who don't like me
they stay away

I detest those
who knock at my door-
some all the time
seeking favours

What colour would you assign life?

I won't reveal mine--not for sharing

Life wrote in its diary:
I am nobody's keeper

I know where they secretly hide-
these proud two-legged crawlers
(I've been their bane for forty years
fishermen call me 'King of the marine prowlers')

their claws might be sharp
like the brightest knife
the trick is to hold them
by their shells--- no strife

for my nimble, steady and well-trained hands
last week one thousand  I caught--no surprise
every restaurant in town courted my favour
last year I won 'The Village Best Crab-man Prize'

six hundred books on this shining creature
I have read.  I have written a book 'Understanding the Crab'
word got round and there are a thousand crab-people by the sea now
but they return home by sunset and all that they say is  'The day is crap!'

In the cradle of the universe
sits my soul.  I'll sing my song
that will vibrate through space-
the moon and stars shall bend
to hear its every jubilant note
the clouds shall scatter its splendour
like petals over the surface
of the earth---every life
every living thing, every voice,
every heart blends in the silent mystery
of oneness--this is the quintessence
of existence--words--they are the mouth-piece
of a Higher Being that resides
within every man and woman
I am every man
I am every woman
I am all things
that breathe
that dares to reach out
for the beyond--
we are not of separate parts
but leaves on the same tree
with common roots
that first gave us life
for this is a tree
that is anchored
in timelessness
beyond age
and decay--

I would die
happy
even as a blade
of grass, a patch of ****
or a tiny little flower
in some unknown field

to regrow
in a season to come

We don't have to be larger than life
it suffices to be its equal.