This is not one long 80 year life!
Each day is a life and culminates in a death
A fresh you every morning!
Seeking your BLISS without ceasing
which,
becomes,
timeless
and then bliss is fulfilled
and there is no more to seek
BE in BLISS!
I was telling this today to one of my friends, why don't we believe that today is the last day for us? There's no tomorrow or life after death.A deep philosophy Monk this short poem delivers.Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet write with indepth meaning. Each sunrise we see is the blessing in our life. We are blessed with beautiful life.....Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.