Like a shell on the beach... My memory lingers on.... The waves carry them in... The sand erodes their shape The rain buries them low... The sun shines them gold... A stranger picks it up... Seals it in his palm.... Throws it back into the sea There in the depth of time.. My memory lingers on.
Prabha Trimurty
Final Vision
Life is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of the buffalo in the winter.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
