Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Die, But To Be Born Again

I know sometimes the sun shines bright
And sometimes you have a dreary night.
.. there are two skies it may seem.
... but life is a dream yet not a dream.

But all times remember, that whatever the day,
or come what may-

".. it is never too late to look outside at the lake, get lost in the woods,
hear the chirping of the birds,
seek rainbows in the sky...
and then decide,
if you want to give it a thought now - from the slippery cliff that indecisively you are hanging from..
do you wish to give up your grip to die,
or to be born again after your painful self has died.


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