I was born of Earth and made of stars.
I am neither great nor superior,
The beauty inside me shines through acts of kindness and compassion.
I am a product of my karma, I am a humble servant to the Earth.
I do not curse my faults and I give thanks for my blessings.
Every adversary I face is a teacher in disguise,
Showing me I have the strength and the will to carry forward.
There is joy in Death.
My spirit shall return to the darkness which bore me,
And I will be one with the Universe again.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
I was born of Earth and made of stars.
I am neither great nor superior,
The beauty inside me shines through acts of kindness and compassion.
I am a product of my karma, I am a humble servant to the Earth.
I do not curse my faults and I give thanks for my blessings.
Every adversary I face is a teacher in disguise,
Showing me I have the strength and the will to carry forward.
There is joy in Death.
My spirit shall return to the darkness which bore me,
And I will be one with the Universe again.
Influenced by some Buddhist ideals and personal problems I've been dealing with.
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