Apr 25 | Sunder Warumbe (Poem)

it is

 

to live

 

without why

 

thrown into a great poverty of purpose

 

the wide-open abundance

of now

 

the rose that smiles at autumn

the tears at the beauty of birth

 

washing the dead

holding

their hands in yours

 

expect nothing and prepare

 

to receive everything

 

-Clarity