Life’s struggle,
from which we’ll all depart,
lends itself to some
sort of giving,
some sort of
balancing of debts, some
sort of taking.
As quiet night appears
and you are born
reflect upon the moon
and sun,
yourself and you.
There is much to give
and little to take.
Yet we continue to take.
There seems little sense
in this life, out of the
context of true life.
Yet within that greater realm
Greater mystery
abounds.
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