Birth/Death

I was nothing and from nothing I became.

Why? Because.

I became, died and then was Alive.

Screaming.

During birth I died. My mother too.

Silence.

We were resuscitated, I was born, we were alive.

Inhale.

I was born in death. Alive.

She dead in birth. A life.

Exhale.

Now I understand our joy.

 

Heart’s Eyes

I became a hermit to free myself from the dust and the dirt of the world, looking for perfection on the other shore. But I realised that it was impossible without loving even the garbage, the dust of the world, and life’s anguish. Perfection can be achieved through embracing all  things. While it is easy to fight against reality and fate, it is difficult to love them. What a beautiful world, when you know how to love it!

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