The worry and fear in you of going into that empty coffin
Do you really believe? Or is it that you ought to believe?
You like being you and fear that you will never express yourself again
But you take a form of energy
Remember in school when they said energy can not be created nor destroyed
Why that is you too
Afraid of never having another experience
How could it be? What did you fear before you were even born?
It is the same experience and not that empty black box you imagine
A block of ice does not fear of turning into water
Nor does the water fear of turning into the mist that is all around you
Life and Nature knows nothing of your silly questions
Give yourself your own permission to feel and live spontaneously
and have a good dance on this life's stage
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
The worry and fear in you of going into that empty coffin
Do you really believe? Or is it that you ought to believe?
You like being you and fear that you will never express yourself again
But you take a form of energy
Remember in school when they said energy can not be created nor destroyed
Why that is you too
Afraid of never having another experience
How could it be? What did you fear before you were even born?
It is the same experience and not that empty black box you imagine
A block of ice does not fear of turning into water
Nor does the water fear of turning into the mist that is all around you
Life and Nature knows nothing of your silly questions
Give yourself your own permission to feel and live spontaneously
and have a good dance on this life's stage
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