by Unknown
Jul 2009 324 Views 3 comments
Endless questions of time
Life or death? Is the question I ask myself
One-thousand times a day inside without a breath
The answer is more easier said than done
If I think to long than more questions come
What is life? What is death?
What is time? What is mine?
All or nothing
Pain and pleasure is the drama called life
If I feel pleasure is everything alright?
If I am in pain will the world decay?
No the world will be fine either way
One-thousand times a day inside without a breath
The answer is more easier said than done
If I think to long than more questions come
What is life? What is death?
What is time? What is mine?
All or nothing
Pain and pleasure is the drama called life
If I feel pleasure is everything alright?
If I am in pain will the world decay?
No the world will be fine either way
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Posted: Jul 2009
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Comments (3)
( in respnse to your reason for writing )
Are the universal questions for people on the earth
Face them bravely is our only choice
Since there is no escape for our human beings
According to Buddhism, we live in a dense fog which prevents us from seeing into the truth of the universe. Our wisdom is blocked and limited to a certain degree so we can only live in puzzles. Only higher wisdom can save us.