I don't mind dying. As long as there will be a rebirth after it. The birth of water is far away, it has to be the birth of spirit. “Because that which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.”
But, to be completely honest, I’m afraid of dying. Mostly because I’m afraid, that when I wake up, I’ll be the same person, who had died. And may be I will have to die many times that I may be born anew.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.
prüfung? und angst? Lies dann dieses Gedicht, ich umarme dich damit :) Siehst du wie man keine Angst sogar vom Tod hat.
ReplyDelete:) when you make just one step Keti you'll come to my little planet - i think, i have seen you once in the rainbow after the fiary rain :)
ReplyDeleteand if you want to stay, you must die before, not after... because there le soir vient après la nuit - are you ready, you have only two weeks?
I don't mind dying. As long as there will be a rebirth after it. The birth of water is far away, it has to be the birth of spirit. “Because that which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.”
ReplyDeleteBut, to be completely honest, I’m afraid of dying. Mostly because I’m afraid, that when I wake up, I’ll be the same person, who had died.
ReplyDeleteAnd may be I will have to die many times that I may be born anew.
But I will.
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
ReplyDeleteBy each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Du brauchst eigentlich nur jeden Morgen geboren zu sein und ich zeige dir, dass es keinen Tod mehr gibt. Die Frage war provokant :)
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