Every time I breathe,
Someone somewhere breathes his last.
Each waking moment,
Hallowed with being alive.
This life is such a treasure.
Someone somewhere breathes his last.
Each waking moment,
Hallowed with being alive.
This life is such a treasure.
Simple and reverent. I like the balance created by the repetition: breathe/breathes and alive/life.
ReplyDeleteThank you. The fact that you called it reverent made my day.
DeleteLovely little tanka! And for me, this is the kind of revelation that comes upon us suddenly, unexpectedly, almost between breaths. You encapsulated it nicely.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Christine for such encouraging words
DeleteWow ruby! Such an effervescent balance of life and death...
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana. It is so heartening to hear your encouraging words.
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