Eyes wet, why are you staring?
Mop away the tears, mop away the tears.
Why have you gone around, rain falling untimely;
Heed my words: What had come about; do say please!
Upon just a sky, azure-blue and temperate,
Flights of geese glide afar to farther still.
Neither do those geese cry nor quake with fear;
In this My goose, in her, who infused grief?
Into many lifetimes comes a gusty rainstorm;
Many a tranquil nest, it does sail off.
But on sky having relied, you be firmly confident;
Go ahead boldly toward the nest everlasting.
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Tuesday, June 8, 2021
Only a pit stop on the greater journey
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Death is not to be dreaded; it is like a cozy bed on a winter's night. So when the time of death is nigh, never fear, but welcome it.
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