Nunc Stans

Hey comrade, what will it be like
On the day we face our mortal life?
We’re all given the misfortune of loss
But that’s a gift we call impermanence.

We don’t own our work,
We don’t own the earth at all.

We’re eternal nunc stans soldiers,
The eternal warriors.

We’re accountants in the firm of life
Entrusted with a body, heart and mind
Hey comrade, did I love well?
Have I learned to live moment to moment?

We don’t own our work,
We don’t own the earth,
We don’t own our minds,
We don’t own anything at all.

We’re eternal nunc stans soldiers,
The eternal warriors.

It was not death,
It was not life,
It was love.