Life is not about the things you do or the pain you feel or the joy you find;
It’s not about the people you meet or the places you go to
or the aging body that surprises you when you look in the mirror.
It’s not a lesson to learn or a riddle to solve or a theorem to prove.
It’s not that mysterious hunger for a once-remembered bliss, that grasping prayer,
That déjà vu feeling that you have been here so many times before.
Life is a poem, a story, a song,
A dance of wonder feeling its way through space and time,
A vast oceanic love that surges like an eternal tide against an endless shore;
It is a red-gold dawn arising in a sleeping sky,
it is the truth of being, pure existence, a wild, fierce cry
Of exultation and praise
Ringing out like a trumpet in the silence.
I tell you this:
Beyond all thoughts and words and concepts,
Life just is.
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