Nirvana And So On Poem by jan oskar hansen

Nirvana and all that.

Since I don’t believe in heaven or the place stokers
go too- called hell- include me in your dreams when
I go, so I can dwell in your memories, till you too join
the non returnable. And since we both are tired of being
reborn, remember the time on the African savannah
when I was the proud lion king and you an elegant
lioness I used called “baby, ” or was it the other way
around? I can’t quite remember. We’re warthogs once,
but let’s not dwell on that it made you so sad not being
able to have bath; we can then fly to Nirvana and find
everlasting peace in blessed oblivion. Failing that we
can always go to Iceland, it is said to be the most
peaceful place on earth; but I can’t help wondering if,
this treeless island is not too dreary for us?