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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Joy of being alive

Every time I breathe,
Someone somewhere breathes his last.
Each waking moment,
Hallowed with being alive.
This life is such a treasure.


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6 comments:

  1. UnknownOctober 8, 2015 at 9:57 AM

    Simple and reverent. I like the balance created by the repetition: breathe/breathes and alive/life.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsOctober 8, 2015 at 10:03 AM

      Thank you. The fact that you called it reverent made my day.

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  2. ChristineOctober 8, 2015 at 11:59 AM

    Lovely little tanka! And for me, this is the kind of revelation that comes upon us suddenly, unexpectedly, almost between breaths. You encapsulated it nicely.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsOctober 8, 2015 at 12:17 PM

      Thank you so much Christine for such encouraging words

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  3. Sumana KhanOctober 8, 2015 at 9:22 PM

    Wow ruby! Such an effervescent balance of life and death...

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsOctober 9, 2015 at 9:09 AM

      Thank you Sumana. It is so heartening to hear your encouraging words.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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