musings on the nature of life

No better. No worse. 
Pain is simply a feeling.
Life is our beloved curse.
Within our fate is sealing.

How beautiful it can be,
How dreadful it may go.
Its raindrops fall on me.
And in the sunlight I grow.

Planted by loving seeds,
We are a tender crop.
We have simple needs,
Our youth never stops.

It is as it will always be,
Forever a perfect sight.
No ill weather will see,
The ending of this light.

The shadows may crawl,
And the blood may run.
Yet perfect are we all,
who share a perfect sun.

All of the pain of what is,
Comes with a hidden store.
It is beauty, love and bliss.
Life is Life, and nothing more.

The End

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