**Love the purple morning light,
that spills happiness around us,
when night pitches its black tent,
it's happy time to rest-
and recuperate; birth and death
are the entrance and exit-
on the stage of life, even if one doesn't
like to retreat to the backstage, passing death's door,
it's mandatory, learn to live,
with these truths, a part of the stagecraft.
Travelers we are, through repeated cycles of lives,
we buy and sell, happiness and grief,
barter wisdom for pain, once in a while
and get richer beyond expectation.
At the end of the transactions,
purity of our karmas decides-
whether one gained or lost,
only by helping others bear their burden, one gains.**
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
**Love the purple morning light,
that spills happiness around us,
when night pitches its black tent,
it's happy time to rest-
and recuperate; birth and death
are the entrance and exit-
on the stage of life, even if one doesn't
like to retreat to the backstage, passing death's door,
it's mandatory, learn to live,
with these truths, a part of the stagecraft.
Travelers we are, through repeated cycles of lives,
we buy and sell, happiness and grief,
barter wisdom for pain, once in a while
and get richer beyond expectation.
At the end of the transactions,
purity of our karmas decides-
whether one gained or lost,
only by helping others bear their burden, one gains.**
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