Unshaped consciousness

O the purity!
The fire of our life,
Let all get brighten up
In thy glory,
In thy azure!

The survival is bound
To loose the struggle
Driven by certainity of death
In awareness of our mortality
The spectre of oblivion

The course of our life
Insoluble mystery of birth
Immortality, I desire not
Without death!
We would be at a loss

The journey starts from
The tenebrous womb, the
Tardy process of mortality
And longed to reach
Its end in vacant nought

A power of fallen
Boundless self awake
And is ceremoniously
Balmed with breathing
From day first to
The last nothingness

Consciousness unshaped
Desired light
And a blank prescience
Yearned towards distant change
In the nook of fire, the purity!