Everything dies,
but nothing ends.
Into the Bardo
we go,
for a moment,
and then return,
eternally.
The Wheel
of Life
never ceases
to spin:
war, death,
love, loss -
the taste
of wine,
the brush
of your lips
on mine;
this has all
happened before;
this will all
happen again.
- mce
10/11/2009
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