Vibrations cannot lie,
They exist, no matter all my clothing,
Much like a diamond in the dirt
Or dog shit in gold coating.
But there's this fascinating flow in life -
The law of transformation:
If I am born a canine's stool,
Soon I'll become the ground I lay on.
So please don't cover me in gold
Or other precious metals,
You'd only trap me in a shell
And stunt my phylogenesis.
I know my road, I know it well,
Without my senses I will get there,
With the earth, I'll crystallize
And as a diamond, reappear.
- Alissa Alekseeva