Between Sleipnir's Breaths

Not forever on earth; only a little while here Be it jade, it shatters Be it gold, it breaks Be it a quetzal feather, it tears apart Not forever on earth; only a little while here Like a painting, we will be erased Like a flower, we will dry up here on earth Like plumed vestments of the precious bird That precious bird with the agile neck We will come to an end He goes his way singing, offering flowers And his words rain down Like jade and quetzal plumes Is this what pleases the Giver of Life? Is that the only truth on earth?