The endless sky,

Out beyond the clouds,

Is dark,

And black.

A void.

Because wherever the light goes

There is suffering.

The light is suffering,

Born as elements burn.

Such is life.

Dust smashes together,

Compresses,

And burns.

Water falls,

Pools together,

And erodes.

Roots form,

Absorb water,

Become trunks,

And fall.

Life learns to walk,

To forage,

Eat,

And kill.

Life

(in all its forms)

Leaves behind a trail.

The universe is black,

Too black,

For life to find its way.

Dark enough for peace and stillness.

I’m not fond of death,

But still I choose life.




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