Life and death- just a continuum
manifestation of summum bonum;
in eternal scale there are no distinctions
Through binary lenses the world is known
even by the opposing pair the truth is shown
all reality though is indivisible one
Day and night, wrong and right
hot and cold, dim and bright
every thing unfolds in twins
In creation and life a cycle runs
melted ice flows into the ocean
on ropes of light it goes back to the sun
Only to return as drops of rain
to be reborn on the earth again
as organic and inorganic life.
(Yayati)
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