Why do we seek something beyond?
The morning sun comes up without our permission,
and warms us in spite of ourselves.
Why do we want to live forever?
The eye of the needle doesn’t count
the lengths of thread that pass through it.
Why do we want an answer?
The stars fade as the sky brightens,
their shining simply hidden by a closer light.
Why do we refuse the answer?
While the fire is burning, it is neither wood nor ash;
enjoy the moment’s warmth.
09 Jun 2025
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