death and resurrection

sometimes,

life spells too much emptiness

the distance of time ahead promising nothing

nothing at all,

like a parched river bed whose comeback depends on seers

a time of high drought

that lasts for years

 

other times,

life blinds one with goodness,

thoughts of suffering, only fleeting

‘I have no time for pain and suffering’, the soul whispers to the spirit

every dream capture in exact tranquillity

no opacity,

clarity of enjoyment

 

death and life,

one must complement the other,

an end signals new beginnings

 

in between the struggle to be happy

 

some, get stuck inside the emptiness,

it is their choice to manually terminate existence,

no judgement.

others, fight hard to entangle from emptiness,

this is the true meaning of living

continuous entanglement from emptiness.

 

this is how it is.

everything is still everything