In quiet reflection, we ponder existence, questioning life as a fleeting moment and death as a mystery. Sages have explored themes of eternity and rebirth. We wonder if we are trapped in samsara or if death signifies a greater freedom. Ultimately, we seek to understand whether we are simply shaped by time or possess an eternal essence within us.
Are we but dust, carved by time’s fleeting breath,
Spun from the stars, now bound by death?
Do we ascend as whispers in the night,
Or vanish like smoke, in the fading light?
The sages of India, in silence profound,
Taught of samsara, the cycle unbound.
Endless rebirth, where we rise and fall.
Yet do we seek freedom, or answer its call?
Moksha, they say, is release from life’s chain,
The soul’s liberation from sorrow and pain.
But can this escape truly heal the scars,
Or are we but travellers between shifting stars?
Each life we live, shaped by karma’s design,
Our deeds ripple out, across the divine.
Is justice served in death’s quiet hand,
Or does fate weave more than we understand?
Does death bring peace, or simply erase,
The threads we’ve woven through time and space?
Is freedom found in release from form,
Or must we return to weather life’s storm?
What is this journey, if not a dream,
A ripple in time’s unbroken stream?
Perhaps in death, we awaken anew,
Like waves returning to the ocean’s blue.
So I ask you, O soul! what is it to die?
Is it to fall, or to rise to the sky?
Will you embrace the descent, serene,
Or find in death what life could not mean?
In the end, is it death we must fear,
Or the life unlived while we linger here?
Let us walk the path with courage and grace,
For death is but part of the eternal race.
Life and death are intertwined aspects of existence, rather than opposites. In death, we transform and return to the cosmos, embodying both joy and uncertainty in life. Ultimately, what matters is the grace with which we navigate our journey, recognizing that death is part of an ongoing process.
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