KARUNA OOSTENDE

Life is King

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Hour after hour,

Day after day

We try to grasp the Ungraspable,

Pinpoint the Unpredictable.

 

Flowers wither when touched,

Ice suddenly cracks beneath our feet.

Vainly we try to track birdflight through the sky

Trace dumb fish through deep water,

Try to anticipate the earned smile, the soft reward,

 

Even try to grasp our own lives.

But Life slips through our fingers like snow.

Life cannot belong to us.

We belong to Life.

Life is King.

 

Sangharakshita

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