Wednesday, November 23, 2011

As I lay in my Atreya

Oh how wonderful life is,
Yet I see it only for its frailties.

Oh how eternal time is,
Yet I think only of death.

Oh the goodness of the common man,
Yet I remain a cynic.

Ah the multitude of Gods,
Yet I see only one.

(Atreya wrote this as a reflection of my life state, after we had talked extensively over a few of my lowest days.)

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