you must know that before
the hands of sunshine touch the face of
wide and long leaves,
they already traveled a thousand light years
just to be here and then be seen and felt
by you.
your depression is mute and deaf, but it should
not be blind to this daily miracles.
you must wonder whether bees who have small brains
are into your depression too?
the world is filled with beauty just like the
gossamer wings of dragonflies,
the webs of genius of spiders and
silkworms,
the magical beauty of raspy crickets and
bulldog ants,
you must know what sensitivity can do to life
and how death is shunned and shooed away....
remember, if you live you live with us but if you
die, remember, you die alone.
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