Infinite Circle of Time and Space

When I leave my mortal clay,
Soul and mind cease their earthly stay,
Flesh and bones left in decay,
Yet, my eternal atoms never die,
Turn to clouds up in the sky,
Or an eagle flying high,
Perchance into a tiger's eye,
And within the infinite circle
Of curved time and space,
There 's renewal of the race,
Repeating the cycle evermore,
Of lives lived - excactly as before...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz