No Reason to Ask

He who would find
No reason to ask the question

Where do the trees
Acquire their patience to stand so still

And why do the flowers blossom
Radiate with color and fragrance
And then wither away and die

He would find in life
That which transcends
Its beginning and end
That which precedes
The question itself

 

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There are those who first receive worldly praise and then are sent to their crucifixions. Then there are others who are crucified first and then taken down from their crosses to receive worldly honor and worship. Either way, the world is cruel.

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