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Thursday, March 11, 2021

Doors through which we pass - Thich Nhat Hanh


 This body is not me.
"I" am not limited by this body.
"I" am life without boundaries.
"I" have never been born,
and I have never died.

Look at the ocean and the sky filled with stars,
manifestations from my wondrous true mind.

Since before time, I have been free.
Birth and death are only doors through which we pass,
sacred thresholds on our journey.
Birth and death are a game of hide-and-seek.

So laugh with me,
hold my hand,
let us say good-bye,
say good-bye,
to meet again soon.

We meet today.
We will meet again tomorrow.
We will meet at the source...
We meet each other in all forms of life.

Thich Nhat Hanh

via - Death Deconstructed

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1 comment:

  1. "Meet each other in all forms of life." Ah, the springtime return of life, leaves and flowers which bring our dear departed loved ones back through existence. And all the different ways of connecting, like blogs!

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