Our minds see two where there is one;
one life springs up, another done.
Why bless your in and curse your out?
So what is all the fuss about?
New life begins when death sets in...
Contracting one, expands another:
Creation and destruction are the most inseparable of lovers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great thoughts of contrast, and not overdone either, nice stuff!