The preachers tell me though my flesh is mortal I am endowed with an immortal soul. I know I have a brain. Amino acids Decide what it shall think and set its goal. Some Hindus tell me to deny my body And concentrate upon the inner light. But in my body lies my only wisdom.
Flesh is often right.
They tell me that my atoms are eternal Some part of me shall live forevermore. As worm or plant my body resurrected, My brain turned sandgrains on some unknown shore. Just plant a tree or educate a son, Or write a book. Your deeds survive your death. The tree grows on.