like the waters
in oceans, rivers and streams;
like the earth upon
whose grounds seeds grow;
like the wind that gently leads
the autumn leaves to rest;
like the fire that bends iron
and steel to submission;
like the fragrance of fresh blossoms
that permeates the air
while the rain reveals
a rainbow;
Life is movement advancing
indifferent to place and time
transforming itself necessarily
as it struggles along its journey
making sense for itself
giving meaning to its being-
surpassing fear of death
as it lives
here, now and beyond
towards cystalline horizon
Friday, August 21, 2009
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