Can despair repair
The damage of man?
Can a dance display
The joy of Creation?
Mourning and merriment
Are neither here nor there to
Creation and Destruction,
Which are as the hand and the fist
Being in one essence through two forms.
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So let us love both life and death,
Loving life while living
Accepting death while dying;
As man can make Success a Misery
While the Irish turn the Death March
With their drinking into a Wake.
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Either way the Truth is Timeless
Yet Always changing,
But we’ll always appear…
Or reappear… Knowing Now.
Why ask How? And never ask Why?
For Love answers no questions.
Yet we are left with Love alone,
And fortunately each other
For Now.
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