We Were Six

We were six - five male, one female, the lone female bird sang her swan song, flapped away the day before Five male birds remain today looking at the vacant sky, scampering somewhere there is a little boy with an eraser in hand that wipes all away Erasing is his pleasure the shapes that flower, time he is christened, God also is he called No one knows when he will arrive to wipe out the remaining tableau - naughty boy wearing anklets, smiling like the Milky Way where worlds churn and originate Moon-kid, please arrive awaiting here are we the five ready to cast away our karma apparels in the Milky Way dissolve memories of our past ways If the tableau of us is erased, will there a void remain? Can it be endless space or awareness like a starless, colorless sky? Will you arrive there, my child, with your brush to draw again a colorful portrait of six - an evanescent tableau of five male and a female? I have heard that void is this ruing me called consciousness by others sublime, that is where you are born where the Ganges of time originates So, what does it matter, my naughty child, come again and again to draw as you please, then erase and enjoy, what fun there is in consciousness without creation sparking in its essence? !