if, as many always believe
there is really an afterlife
if ever you have a choice
you prefer to be reincarnated
into a cold and hard stone
rather than a human again
busy creating meanings
out of meaninglessness

still, small, silent
your would be more
than an unnoticeable observer
of the whole universe
with your fond memories
of a vigorous and grand birth
as the vocano erupts on the island
more comfortably, you know
rain or wind, heat or cold
can only make you shine more

earthquakes can only take you for a walk
and death can never rise against your body
until one day you are picked up
by an urchin or even an unknown god
to skip you on the water of life