You fill yourself in a day with emotions,
Light, sounds, thoughts,
Smells, touches, portions of food —
The last step leads to the bed.

A full sack
Must be emptied,
Pour the earthly out to heaven,
Having taken a lesson of experience —
Pollen for the bee-soul.

Duties shoved, desires pulled.
Why did I live, what did I achieve?
I gathered for the Creator whom they forgot,
I sought THAT one,
Whom I once knew.