Nights and Days

My body is that of a deserted child
For I have abandoned myself

I have no place to live or die, in hell or heaven
I am telling myself why I have any reason
To care about tomorrow or even to hate today

I have no tears, laughter, rage or even sadness
I just place myself at the point of the light and shadow
Desiring early death

If the sun rises and sets, the moon waxes and wanes, the stars twinkle in space, the clouds play in the sky, the winds blow over the field, the flowers flood the earth, the animals prosper with trees and grasses, the fish enjoys its life in the water and the birds are singing, and if all of them continues the eternal movements, I have no attachment to my own life

I wish
This body of mine
Be embraced by this circulatory universe
Filled with the innumerable bits