At the arising of the first word of this poem
is also the arising of the last.
In the breath’s inhalation
is the inevitable exhalation.
At the moment of conception
is its decline and demise.
In each beginning
there is its ending.
In birth
there is death.
With one
is the other.
Yet we celebrate beginnings
and mourn endings
without realising that
in each beginning
lives its ending.
If one truly lives each beginning
with its ending,
one will understand the flow of life
without fear of the moment
that will be the last.
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